police escort. The officer, on a motorcycle, sped through stoplights, sirens blaring, making martial hand gestures as the bus’s engine strained to keep up. A bumper-to-bumper traffic jam parted like a zipper as drivers pulled off the road onto the sidewalk to make way. I turned around to check if Clinton was on the bus. I saw only three other people, none of them ex-presidents. If this was how the Bahamas treated me, I thought, imagine what they did for Bankman-Fried.
