Empty tank

The cops don't always get the robbers. Life doesn't work that way. They did catch the crooks this time though. Red Camaro, 4:47 am, headed north. Trunk full of two things- money and drugs. It wasn't a high speed chase or anything. Just two tipsy hotheads on a free road. After 24 miles, it wasn't free. A melody came along, brash, crashing. Snuck through the Camaro's rolled down windows. Sirens. A red-blue twostep light show flared up on the cops' cars. But these criminals were having none of it. On they went. Miles, miles, the two didn't know how far they would have to go. The two didn't know how far they had come. Very far, they had gone very far. Too much. The stretch of road seemed much shorter than it was. On top of the world with cash and drugs, pistol in the glove compartment, and a bottle of confidence in hand. They didn't see the empty tank. They got caught. Reckless.