You get into the car, hoping you aren't in too serious of trouble. The burly man gets in after you and starts up the car.
"So," you say, confused, "why am I caught red-handed?"
The policeman stares at you. "You were holding something red. Duh."
You blush, realizing how obvious that was. "Where am I going?"
"You ask too many questions," the policeman says, and doesn't answer your question.
"What are you going to do with me?" you ask, trying another question. He still ignores you. Finally, you give up, and stare out the window at the passing scenery.
"We're here," the policeman says after what seems like an age. You look out the window to see...