“Very sketchy, surfing in a rainstorm,” Frank says. “God only knows what toxic crap is pouring out of the storm drains. You’re just begging for hepatitis.” “You have the right to remain—” “You’re not arresting me, Dave.” “Why not?” “Because you owe me one.” It’s the truth, and Dave knows it. “Let’s prove everyone wrong,” he says, “and get in out of the rain.”
