Matt grinned to himself - it wasn't a nice expression - as they made it around the corner seconds before a police car came racing around it, sirens going. "I think," he said carefully, "that this might be our cue to exit."
At least they didn't seem to have descriptions - if they had, Matt didn't think the officer would've passed up such an obvious oddity as someone who looked like they'd been beaten staggering on the sidewalk. The other piece of luck was that the car wasn't far, and they were in it before the second cop came screaming up the street.