Tinder Heist

My Tinder date led to a museum heist. He kept checking his phone nervously.

Then his ex showed up, crying about a stolen ruby. My date was

the thief, his ex the detective. I was the alibi.

But the ruby was fake. The real one was in my purse.

She slipped it during our hug. Now they're chasing me downtown. My phone's dead.

No Uber! The detective screams warrants, my date begs for the stone.

That coffee he bought me? It had a terrifying tracker in it.