"Who are you?"
He smiled, still holding her hand. He squeezed it. "Call me Lucky. But I don't know about tonight—lucky or not, I mean."
"Are they the police?"
"Yeah. They're the police."
"You did something?"
"What do you think they're doing, practicing?"
"I—I'm sorry. What did you do?"
"Let's drop it. You wouldn't want to know."
"Oh, but I would."