[Police Arthur x Criminal Reader]
There was always a plan in place when you went somewhere new.
(Or came back as someone new.)
A plan to make sure you could get away through a dozen methods or more; a plan to throw off even the best of trackers; a plan to make sure when you went to ground you could stay hidden for months, if not years.
(Your life of crime had taught you much.)
But often you felt you were going against the world alone, and most of the time, you were.
The world at large wanted to catch you and bring you to justice.
(And you were a criminal, but not for the things people thought you had done.)
You didn't often dwell on it, most of the time you were too busy, but when you did think of your predicament, of your life as you ran from one country to the next, the anger at the unfairness of it all clawed at you with vengeance.
You had fled because of £600million you had never known to even exist.
Such were the workings of your 'ex-employers' and the crimina