A failed pizza delivery ends with detectives accusing me of running a crime syndicate.

Here's what happened.

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I never mistook this job for low risk but I never imagined it could potentially

get me thrown in jail. We got a pretty sketchy delivery call at a late hour.

Our front of houses constantly slammed with everyone desperate to eat at a table again now that the vaccines out.

And they were in the weeds. So I grabbed the phone. Before I could even finish our standard greeting, the guy just goes, yeah it's Mac I'm ordering a pizza. I'm not much for

small talk either so I'm rolling with it like good for you Mac pick up or delivery.

You know just rattling off the standard questions.

He answered the first few, but he seemed hesitant or confused.

He argued with some other guy behind him for a sec, then got back on the line and ordered like normal,

as though none of the preceding stuff had ever happened.

Whatever, I caught his delivery and out I went.

It was a standard large pizza, no toppings, no extras. They were going to be paying cash.

I pull up and it's a scary run-down sparsely populated apartment complex. Mostly broke college students in there now though, so I wasn't too

concerned or anything. I get to the door and when I knock it eases open a bit. This

didn't seem like the ideal neighborhood to keep your door unlocked, but not my business.

I called in.

Hey, pizza, there was no response, so I called a little louder.

Got your pizza out here!

An alarmed voice from inside was like,

shh, just come in.

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