“Will you pull the car over, so we can talk? My ride’s ending too soon,” she said. “Of course. Just up a way looks like a good spot."

A well-groomed nice-looking guy took two steps backward and swayed forward in front of the local bar I was parked near.

I read a man’s lips while I come to a stop under the purple lit awning at Stamford Plaza Hotel. “Hey, she’s here.” His words are easy for...