The tavern door burst open and in marched several guards, straight to Kajar’s table.
“You are under arrest for the theft of the Emerald God’s Head,” barked the sergeant.
“You can’t arrest me, I’ve got connections in high places. My cousin’s wife is the niece of the blacksmith who supplies the Royal Armourer whose brother is a close, personal friend of the Captain of the Guard.”
“We know. How do you think we found you?”
My entry in the January 2022 75 Word Story Challenge at SFFChronicles
Genre: Speculative Fiction