"D. & D.," the second man said to the driver.
"Right into our laps."
The second officer leaned forward and clicked something. "I'll get the City boys."
"No, kill it, Carl. Think of all that damned paper work."
Carl shrugged. "What will we do with him?"
I was beginning to attach myself to my surroundings. The street was full of traffic. My kind of traffic. Cars that were too big or too small.
"Look, officers, I'm not drunk or disorderly. I thought this was a cab. I just wanted to get away from back then—I mean back there."
The two policemen exchanged glances.
"What were you running from?" the driver asked.
How could I tell him that?