gorgeous coincidentally incriminating

so i met this girl in detroit, got her number and told her i'd call her next time i was in ann arbor. she lives there. a week went by and i was going to the deuce to interview some dude for a story i was writing that week. i talked with this guy for a couple hours and when i left espresso royale, i called this girl. she said she wouldn't get off work until 9pm, but she was down to go out later. i said i was going skating and i'd call her afterwards. i went skating and then went back to my friend's house and was laying on the porch trying to cool down when she called. marcus, my friend, lives on forth and williams down town; she was on forth walking in my direction, coming from kerry town. i said hold your course and i'll meet you in the middle. mind you this was art fair weekend, so the city was crawling with middle aged couples wondering randomly with little intent to direct them. i met her in front of the bus station and we decided that cafe zola was the best place to go. when we got there we ordered martinis and sat outside on the sidewalk. zola's martini's come with the tumbler--one martini ends up being closer to three glasses worth of liquor. another important piece of background is that this girl is pretty fucking skinny--5'6", 5'7" around 90lbs. anyway, she ends up having two martinis and i have one and a beer. midway through her second drink she's plastered. she's telling me she was a ballerina in last life, shes getting up and dancing around the side walk. she's making plans with me to go hiking in the mountains. all the while i'm taking this in with a skeptical eye. but, she seemed fun, and she's categorically gorgeous. so whatever, i was kinda entranced by her. midnight rolls around, the date's going really well, and i get a call from marcus. he says he and some others are going to oz. fuck oz, i hate oz. but, i said i'd call him when we left the zola. we leave, i buy cigarettes and we make it to her car which is in kerry town, near her work. we get in; she's driving. this is the part where everyone asks why i didn't drive. it wasn't my car. i drive drunk a lot. it just didn't seem like an important thing to do. we drive up kathren, to forth, to huron, to fifth. we're driving up to oz and she says she doesn't want to go in. i say, "fuck it i don't want to go either.” so we drive on by. she makes a right onto williams and drives west towards downtown. as we're passing forth she asked where my car is and i say right over there. her only response was, "oh." where we were driving to, i don't know but, i can only assume it’s to her house. so i start to get excited. cause i'm like, yeeaaahh, we're gonna bone. a few second later we're passing over main street, still on williams, and just as we dip down that hill towards ashley, she guns it. like literally pushes the pedal to the floor board. it's art fair, people are still millin' about, cops are everywhere keeping the peace. and we're going 65 down williams. she blows through the stop sign at the bottom of the hill. then she says to me, "i'm crazy." and i'm like, "i know." and she says, "no, i am crazy." i was like, "i believe you." maybe i should've been afraid for my life, but i was buzzed and this was actually pretty exciting. I told her that she should come to detroit to drive drunk with me. it's fuckin' great in the city. i don't think she responded b/c we were coming up to the intersection at the other forth and williams. some blazer is turning left on to our street. and as he does so, she slips in behind him, inches away from his bumper as he's passing us, so she can do a wide right turn. she fish tails on to forth. then slams the pedal and comes up to liberty. we fish tail on to liberty and we're off again going 60 down liberty. we get like 5 or 6 hundred yards down liberty when i hear sirens. i look behind us and there are cops turning on to liberty from forth. i thought well maybe they’re not for us. how often do you hear sirens when you're pulled over for some traffic violation? not smartest instinct, but i think i was practicing wishful thinking. whatever, she looks in the rear view and immediately hits the breaks, turns into some driveway and kills the lights. maybe there was a second in between, but it seemed like the cops were behind us in the driveway an instant later. they get out the car and started screaming “get the fuck out of the car, get the fuck out of the car.” meanwhile the owners of the house come out on to their porch to see what the fuck is going on in their front yard. the cops start yelling at the couple on the porch, "do you know these people? Do you know this car?" another cop charges up to the girl’s door, rips it opens and tears her out onto the lawn. throws her face first into the dirt and hand cuffs her. the wife is screaming at the cop, "what's going on?" he's screaming at her does she know us. and i'm in the passanger seat seeing all this, thinking, "wow, she's fucked." right when i think “she's fucked,” my door’s flung open and I’m ripped out the car backwards by some behemoth and thrown into the bushes. he picks me up out of the bushes and runs me over to the cop car and slams me down on the hood. "hands behind your back, get your fucking hands behind your back." i'm kinda in shock at this point. i don't say anything, just do as i'm told. they ask me if i have drugs, are there guns in the car? i was like, "dude, i don't know. This is the first time i've ever been in that car." they start asking me if i have warrants. coincidentally, the day before i got a postcard from the detroit police department saying i owe them 200 and 30 dollars b/c i didn't come in with my insurance card after i was given a ticket for no proof of insurance. so i was like, i don't know, i might. they start pulling everything out of my pockets and continue to rifle questions at me. "why were you running? what did she say while she was driving? how do know this girl?" i was like, “i don't want any part of this i don't want to get this girl in trouble, i don't know. this is our first date and i don't know much about this girl." they kept asking what she said and i kept saying i didn't want to get her in trouble. they got tired of me not answering so they threw me in the back of another cop car. i sit there for like 10 minutes and finally some older cops gets in the drivers seat. and the first thing he says is, "this is your first date?" i was like, "yeah, it was going really well up until this point." he thought that was hilarious then said that i was going down to the station for questioning. so i'm in this cop car my hands are cuffed behind my back, the seat is plastic, so it ends up tightening the cuffs and they’re cutting into my skin. we're there at this random house for like ten more minutes and the old cop gets back into the car and we head off towards the station. this old guy starts asking me why kids these days are so attracted to skinny girls. that he likes them with a little meat on the bones. i was like, i don't know, tv i guess. we get into the station and i'm walked into the interrogation room. they take what's left from my pockets and my belt off. i still wear a hockey belt, so i couldn't really think of why it was important that i take it off. after that the girl is walked into the station. she walks right into the interrogation room i'm in. she was like, "im sorry, i'm so sorry." i said, "ohh no, no, don't worry about it. it's fine." this whole time i knew i wasn't in trouble, so it was all kinda exciting to me. Then, some cop comes in and says to the girl, “what do you think this is a coed interrogation, you got your own room down the hall." She’s taken out and walked down the hall. so i'm sitting there and they start to lay into me again. why were you running? what did she say? i told them, look we weren't running. we didn't know you were behind us. Apparently, the cops had been sitting at that first stop sign we blew and were chasing us pretty much the whole time. so they thought some serious shit was going down when we proceeded to fish tail around two turns and run like five stop signs. i told them we weren't running and i didn't want to say anything to get this girl in trouble. this went back and forth for like an hour. and the cop got fed up with me again and left me alone in the room. i sit there for like 15 minutes and some other cop comes in, stands me up and takes me out of the interrogation room. he puts me in front of a wall and takes a picture of me. then he says turn to the right so he can take a profile shot. i was like, "what is going on? is this a mug shot?" he said, "nahh dude, this is for my personal collection." ha ha pretty fuckin’ funny, i thought, and i was back in the room. 5 minutes go by and the first cop comes back to the room, sits down and says, "so what do you have to tell me." by this time i had sat for like a half hour trying to think of what i could say to this guy to appease him and not get the girl in trouble. before he had left he was throwing obstruction of justice charges at me, if i didn't give him a statement, which made me nervous. the thing was, i kept saying i didn't want to get this girl in trouble, so they knew i had something incriminating on her. it all came down to what she had said before she turned into the driveway. what she said, i blocked out of my mind pretty much immediately. but, she did say something that would reveal the fact that for those 20ft she was fleeing and evading--which is a felony. anyway, i'm trying to walk this line and i end up saying she said, "we're going to duck into here." right when i said that i was like, "fuck, i just fucked her." he was like, "duck? she said duck?" and i said, "no, no that’s stronger than what she had said. she didn't say duck." but five minutes later i was out of the cop shop. i had incriminated her and the cops were happy. it's like 1:45am at this point. i call marcus. all the kids are still at oz. i was feeling like a piece of shit, b/c i tried hard not to give anything away, but failed and fucked this girl. i walk over to oz, cause it's less than a block form the exit of the police station. i go in, walked to the bar and order a shot. then go sit by my friends. i tell them what happened. they buy me more drinks and we ended up drinking until around 4am. and that's what happened.