Rick was parked on the edge of town, and raced out on to the highway and down a gravel road. Jeff was cursing under his breath as each small stone pelted him and chipped or nicked his painted skin. How could Rick be such a dick?
Finally, Rick pulled off the road into some high reeds, and shut off the lights. Of course, idiot boy had his foot on the brake pedal so the red brake lights continued to glow. As the siren got closer, it slowed down, and pulled up right behind Jeff. Hm, it doesn't look like a police cruiser, Jeff thought. Maybe a detective? Oh, no I'm sinking! Jeff was preoccupied with the fact that his tires were rapidly sinking in the marshy soil. He needed to get Rick's attention. He hadn't noticed the man in a shiny black boots and a shiny black uniform with a gold badge walk up to the car. He had all four occupants of the car outside, and lined up. Then he ordered them to strip.
Shiny black uniform? Since when do cops where black rubber skin tight uniforms, wondered Jeff. He had to warn Rick. But how?