For the story you haven't written: Jack and Phryne pretending to be strangers at a bar
Jack gets out his handcuffs, holding them out for Collins to take, but the constable looks from him to their suspect and back with complete and utter terror and very little indication that he would be able to move even if ordered to do so.
Phryne looks between them, struggling to conceal her amusement now that she knows her cover isn’t about to be blown. “Alright then, coppa,” she says, her Collingwood accent thicker than ever as she holds out her hands obligingly to Jack. “Go ahead and clap me in irons.”
tell me about a story i haven’t written, and i will give you between one and three sentences from that story.