Masterstroke

Darren drove through the city as calmly as he could, not letting the adrenaline from the situation fuel his drive.

Once he got close to a street, without hesitation, he pulled out the Glock from his coat pocket and tossed it into a waste bin on the street corner.

Kara frowned. "Why the hell did you just do that?"

"Because that gun was just used in a bank robbery," Darren said, his voice calm, eyes still on the road.

Kara made a face. "What the hell are you talking about?"

Darren didn't answer immediately. Instead, he reached into the glove compartment, pulling out a cheap burner phone. Flipping it open, he dialed.

"Hello, 911? I'm calling in regards to the robbery in Nelson Bank that just happened an hour ago? Yes, I think I just saw two robbers in ski masks matching the description of what was said on the news."

He spoke with just the right amount of urgency to sound believable.