Escapee
One evening, I attended an incident outside a night club. When I got out of my vehicle it was clear there had been problems and the situation was about to become volatile.
As I spoke to a group, I realised that the doormen behind me were restraining an intoxicated male who had tried to enter the club.
I handcuffed him and placed him in the rear of my car and then immediately returned to move on people who were still milling around.
A minute or so later, someone approached and asked me, “You know that person you had in your car?”
“Yes.”
“Well,” he said pointing, “I saw him running that way with his hands cuffed behind his back.”
To this day I never found him or my cuffs. I never even knew his name. It cost me a shout to the section and some embarrassment in having to explain the loss of my cuffs.
And I suspect he still has my handcuffs as a memento, and enjoys having a good story to tell on social occasions.