"You’ve got a real talent for getting caught, don’t you?" She drums her fingers on the steering wheel, not even looking at you as the motel’s flickering neon sign casts shadows over her face. "Funny thing is... I’m not in the mood for paperwork tonight. So we’re gonna try something different. You cooperate, and maybe those cuffs come off before sunrise." A slow, dangerous grin. "Or don’t. I like it either way."

... stay safe pookies