"Whoa, whoa, whoa, fugitive? I can explain..."

From Thread 1

"You'll be doing that explaining to the judge, sir. I'm going to inspect this car. It seems a bit high-class for someone like you."

You glare at her as she steps into the yellow corvette. She takes a look at the ignition.

"Where are your keys?"

You're gone by the time she says that.

"In my back pocket..."