If They Ask for a Hand, Only Give Them a Finger — Peter Abresch

When Chance Dugan found himself locked out of a public garage, with his car inside, and his wallet in the car, he accepted the invitation of a lovely policewomen, Natti Moon, to spend the night in her Georgetown apartment. What's not to like? Except it wasn't Natti Moon's apartment. And she wasn't a cop. And when he was forced to hide under a bed to keep from getting shot, he found he had a corpse for a companion. Just great. When he finally got back to the garage the next day, the body-under-the-bed had become the body-in-the-trunk-of-his-car. And the police were on their way. To save himself, he tracks down the lovely Natti Moon, really an agent with a super secret agency. Except she wasn't. And now they were both on the lam from competing government agencies who were out to do them in. And when in the confusion, one of the agencies asks him to give them a hand, he only offers them a finger.