“Ten-four,” Phil says, sighing.  “I’ll be there out at the Miller’s in about twenty minutes.”

He eases off of the accelerator.

“Where was I?  Oh, yeah.  I was trying to get someone else to help me in case it all turned to shit, but the closest officer was at least thirty minutes away.  Then, I noticed the license tabs.  I almost didn’t catch it at first because I was so in shock about where the car was from.  His tabs expired just a few days prior.  Holy shit, was I nervous.  I turned on my lights and siren, and it took a good mile or so for him to pull over.  I then got out and drew my gun.  I kept it behind my back.”