The Muffin Man ✓

Boom Goes The Dynamite

"I can't believe it," Liam said as they watched Harry dealing away. "And how slick of him to use his 'bake sale for the Ladies Club' as a damn cover."

"You know," Zayn mused. "That might be why he took Niall in. To use him as a fall guy. If anything happens, the Horans will be going down instead of the Styles."

"Dammit!" Liam slapped his hand on the seat. "We've been watching the wrong guy all this time while he's been selling away. I'm gonna bust his ass right now."

"Boss, wait up."

Liam was already out of the car. He kept his eye on Harry. It was easy. Harry wore a black suit jacket and a black Fedora. He was the only one holding a brown basket, so he wasn't hard to miss.

Harry was right in the middle of dealing to someone when he spotted the detectives. Aw shit! They had to have seen him with the weed. He snuck a peek over his shades. Yeah, he could see Liam's red angry face among the crowd. Son of a bitch!

Harry turned and casually walked in the opposite direction, hoping to lose him. He kept his head down and pulled his hat forward, trying not to attract attention.

He found a large tree with a very wide trunk and ducked behind it. He bent over gasping for breath. His heart was racing. He peeked around the tree. Oh crap crap crap. Liam was headed right toward him with Zayn the sidekick right behind him. Oh crap!

Harry squatted on the ground clutching his chest. This was it! His luck had finally run out. He was about to get busted and go to jail and be someone's bitch. No no no. He looked at his basket. There were still several bags of weed left. He was so done. Crap!

Harry looked up and saw a young man standing nearby. He was about his height and build and he wore a hoodie. Harry had an idea. He waved the kid over.

Zayn was trying to keep up with Liam who was practically speeding through the many people. "Wait! Boss!"

"He's over there." Liam pointed while holding his side. He was gasping for breath but he was determined to catch Harry. "We can't lose him."

"Where is he?" Zayn called.

"That big tree over there," Liam pointed. "Right there, I saw him hide behind it. Don't let him get away. We cornered the bastard."

They say Harry stepping from behind the tree. His back was to them but there was no mistaking the large black Fedora and the basket.

"We got him." Zayn said.

"His ass is ours now." Liam said.

The guy didn't move, making it easier to catch up to him.

"Harold Styles," Liam said as he flashed his badge. "You're under--"

The young man turned around.

It wasn't Harry.

The detectives saw some random guy wearing Harry's hat and suit jacket, holding a basket full of muffins.

"What the hell?" Liam was livid. "Where the hell is he?" He confronted the young man. "Where's the man who gave you this?"

The young man shrugged. "I don't know."

A person in a gray hoodie was walking nearby. The hood was pulled over his head.

Zayn spotted him first. "There he is!"

Liam ran over and yanked the hood off. "Gotcha now!"

The hoodie was worn by a woman.

"Goddammit!" Liam wailed. "Where the hell is he?"