The Morning I Took the Cash.

I'm English and was travelling on the cheap when I ended up in Washington, D.C. I was low on cash, dusk settling in, and I stopped outside an antique shop just to pretend I was browsing. A man ' about thirty, well dressed ' drifted over and said, 'Lovely things in there.' Then asked where I was staying. I don't know how he clocked it, but he clearly did. An hour later we were checking into a very grand hotel, his Rolls-Royce parked under the lights outside like it belonged there. I guessed what he might be hoping for. Nothing happened ' but I felt trapped by the general feeling of it all. At five in the morning I took his car keys, emptied his wallet, drove to Arlington, parked up. I left him the car. I kept the money.