‘How did I not see this coming? I let my guard down and this is what happens. Californian self indulgence lured me into a false sense of security. It was a trap that I set myself.
But it seemed that Laurence and I were completely cutoff from the rest of the world in our little cove. Our vision was either set sideways to grin at each other, or locked on the ocean. We did not think to check behind us. The two cops had slowly made their way down from the top of the cliffs, along the walkway and perched at our backs. They had given us every chance to spot them.
“Don’t either of you fucking move!” The first voice was tough. “Get down on the ground.” A second voice. The bag was still in my hand.’