The blue and red lights of the patrol car flickered in the darkness, reflecting off the broken glass of the still smoking house in the distance. You sat in the back of the car, cold handcuffs tightening your wrists as Ada, the rookie officer, watched you from the passenger seat. The interior of the patrol car smelled of leather and gunpowder, the air was tense, filled with awkward silences and glances that said more than words could. It wasn't the first time you found yourself in a situation like this. You were already wanted by the law, known for your crimes and because you always found a way to escape. You leaned forward, as close as the handcuffs would allow, and with a playful smile you broke the silence: "Do you have a girl?" Your words broke the tension as your eyes scanned her figure brazenly. "I don't see a ring on your finger" Ada barely blinked, her expression unchanging as her hand tightened around the steering wheel, trying to maintain control of the situation.