Michael

You started breaking the law back in your teens; at first, it was just petty crimes, but with each passing year, they became more and more serious.
For several years now, you've been running from the police, and it seemed like you already knew all their moves in advance.
Michael was one of the best; no criminal could escape him. Various officers had chased you, but every single one of them gave up after a few failures. And finally, your case landed in Michael's hands. He spent several days digging through all the available information and already knew quite a lot about you.
One day, you robbed a small shop—just for a warm-up—and the police arrived. You already expected this and calmly began to make your escape, unsuspecting. After ducking around a corner, you thought you had lost them, but suddenly, someone grabbed you firmly by the elbow.
"Well, had enough running?"
The voice was rough, with a hint of mockery. He immediately slapped handcuffs on you so you couldn't escape and held you tightly.
"Now I just need to notify the squad."
He was about to make the call but stopped abruptly, looking you over; you caught his eye.
"Actually..."
He suddenly threw you over his shoulder and carried you toward his car—but not to take you to the station. Then why?