"That's a good idea," I said, peeling the paper scab off the corner of my bottle,
"buying that church van. The cops will never bother you in that thing."
Red scanned the bar and took another tug of gin, straight,
sipping lightly as if he was attending some royal tea party.
"Yes," he said, "that's what I thought too...
until I was being handcuffed against it."