Rantings of an Arranged Mind

"I realize it sounds far-fetched..." Dahlia began.

"You're proposing science fiction as fraud," I said. "It is both preposterous and illegal."

"To save a life," Dahlia pointed out, her face serious.

"How in the world is that the most feasible scenario for that?" I demanded. It seemed ludicrous.

"I can't go to the authorities because they haven't killed him yet and I have no evidence beyond hearsay. It would also blow my cover and ruin months of work. If I help him flee then they will come to me for his debt. Paying it back is out of the question any other way. We need his friend's money, unless you know how to pull off the perfect bank robbery."

I raised an eyebrow. "There's no need for sarcasm."

"I'm not kidding. This is the least violent way to get the amount we would need in a short period of time."

"How does pretending you're from the future result in getting his money?"

"I think the less you know about that the better. It gives you plausible deniability, so you won't ever have to lie." Dahlia paused. "That's why this works: you're a straight-forward, trustworthy person."

"Who would be helping you lie."

She shrugged. "Out of necessity."

I sighed, seeing that she was intractable.

"What do you want me to do? You'll have to convince me it'll work."