Where are you going?

You roll your window down and wait as the officer approaches, both your hands on the steering wheel. Kat fidgets with her purse in the seat next to you.
"Don't worry, everything will be fine," Katherine says. She looks out the window startled. "Wait!" she says. "Is this the way to the school?"
You glance to either side. Somehow you seem to have taken a wrong turn. You must have been chatting about your sports prospects and driven right through your turn-off, then continued on for quite a way longer. It seems much darker outside than you'd expect near the school. There's a small, dimly lit building nearby, but mostly you see darkness and the faint shapes of trees. Where did you end up?
"Kat, maybe you should put your purse down," you say. "Just in case."
"Oh," she says. She puts her purse down and lays her hands on her knees.

The officer steps up, wearing mirrored aviator glasses even at night. "Where are you going?" The voice is a woman's, but firm and steady.
Kat blurts out, "to a party."
She asks your names, then makes a call on a mobile phone. Her shiny glasses point toward you. Her stern expression doesn't change as she talks. She gives your names and something about finding you "on the estate." She says, "affirmative," then pauses to listen. "Oh, yes sir. Mr. Carthan says...? Yes sir. His agent?"
Your ears prick up at the name. Your sports agent has mentioned Mr. Carthan as a wealthy deal maker he's worked with in the past.
"I'll put him on," she says. The officer looks at you. "Phone for you," she says, and hands you the mobile.

You hear the voice of your sports agent greeting you and laughing. Music and voices from a party are loud in the background. You can also hear splashing. "Trying to sneak in the back door, young fellow?" he says. Your agent asks you how you got there and you plead a wrong turn while talking to Katherine.
"Not the way it's done. Let's try to keep you out of trouble." He pauses. "Now here's what I want you to do."
You listen. "Mm-hmm," you say. You tell Katherine what's up, and she nods in relief. Then your agent asks to speak to the officer and you hand back the mobile phone to the mirror-shaded woman.