Writing Prompt Wednesday #97

Someone must have seen him, because the police were at his door https://writingexercises.co.uk/firstlinegenerator.php

Someone must have seen him, because the police were at his door.
It was supposed to be a simple job. In and out, that was what they said. The guards were supposed to be few and far between, sparsely spread out and lazy. No need to even wear gloves as long as everything went according to plan.
Everything did not go according to plan.
They had a mole. Of course they had a mole. Half the town’s officers were waiting at the site when his little group arrived. It was a shitshow. They bailed on Plan A almost immediately, but someone must’ve spotted him anyway.
“Police open up!”
“One moment!” he called, taking his sweet time getting to the door. He cracked it open. “Yes?”
“Jordan? Open up.”
“Ah, Officer Edwards. So good to see you again. I’ve told you time and time again, you can call me Finley. To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“Can we have a look around?”
“Well I suppose you have a warrant.”
“Listen here boy--”
“So that’s a no on the warrant?”
Edwards grit his teeth. “I want to talk to you about last night?”
“Certainly.”
“Where were you?”
“Right here in my humble abode,” he grinned, gesturing to his living room.
“And what were you doing?”
“Watching an episode of Friends. I’ve got to tell you, officer, what a marvellous piece of comedy that is.”
The officer sighed. “Are you aware that there was an attempted break-in at the jewelry store at 1993 Grend Street last evening?”
He feigned shock. “No I was not. I bet you boys are in a hurry to recover the stolen property.”
“Well nothing was actually stolen.”
He tilted his head. “I don’t understand.”
“No property was found to be missing as of last night.”
Finley frowned. “Well then I don’t quite understand why you’re here.”
The officer squinted at him. “Our boys got a tip from a member of the Burns.”
“Who’s that?”
“A gang here in the city. A gang my boys have good intel that you run.”
He barked a laugh. “Me? Running a gang? That is a good one.”
“So you have no association with the Burns?”
“None at all. Although if you could inform me as to who gave you that tip I would be highly invested. I have a sore spot for drama.”
“Likely,” the officer said. “Our anonymous tip gave us some information that the Burns were conducting this heist.”
“Well, I can assure you that I neither have association with the gang nor heist. Now if that’s all--”
“I’m not done with you yet,” the officer snarled, throwing his hand in between the door Finley was trying to close. “Listen here Jordan, I know you’re a part of this and I’ll do what it takes to prove it.”
He laughed. “Oh officer, you amuse me,” he said. “Let me ask you this: If I was indeed the leader of this dangerous gang and had orchestrated this heist, why would I try to steal things from a jewelry store when there are much, much bigger spoils in this town.”
“Officer Edwards,” said one of the officers in front of him, rushing up to tap Edwards on the shoulder. 
“What is it?” he snarled, whirling on the female officer.
“We just got a call. There was a break in at the bank on Ranlit.” Finley checked his watch. 1:15, right on time.
“Did we get anyone on scene?”
“No sir.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Our officers have been investigating the break in from last night, sir.”
“Well, if you don’t mind me,” Finley said, squeezing out his door and pushing past a now-fuming Edwards. “I’ve got to get going. Seems like it’s going to be a very busy day today. Pleasure talking to you, officer.”
    Edwards slammed his fists on the front door. “Jordan!”
    “Watch the door, officer, you’ll chip the paint,” Finley said, starting to walk away. “Oh, and officer?” he looked over his shoulder. “Like I said, please, call me Finley.”