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Jace leaned in slightly, "I'm watching the bikers and I've got a friend who is the local detective here in town. If you have issues, I'll give her a call."
Sid grinned. "How good of a friend?"
Jace pointed a finger at his friend and chuckled. "A friend. That's it."
Jace started back toward the bar, stopping at tables and asking the patrons if they were happy with their meals and laughing with them as he went. Sid watched his friend and shook his head as he chuckled. "He's a natural at this."
"He sure seems to enjoy his business. That's the key though, isn't it?"
Sid nodded. "It is."
Suddenly the doors from the bar burst open and the bikers came pouring out. There were many of them, perhaps ten. Chiefy jumped up and moved to sit between Grace and the bikers.
Grace smoothed Chiefy's neck hair. "It's okay girl. We're good."
Chiefy growled slightly. A low, warning growl.
Jace switched direction and stood before the bikers. "No bullshit out here. Got it."
"Fuck you, man. We're not doing anything wrong."
"Your posture and demeanor tell me you're looking for trouble. I'm just saying don't. I'll call the police faster than you can throw the first punch."
The first biker chuckled. It wasn't a happy chuckle, it was slow and menacing. He turned to his friends and a couple of them nodded.
Sid leaned forward. "Grace, call 911."
She pulled her phone from her little bag. It was made difficult by her shaking fingers. Between trying to keep Chiefy calm and herself calm, she felt slow as a turtle and clumsy.
Finally retrieving her phone, she tapped and held the number nine on her phone and held it to her ear.
"911 what's your emergency?"
"Hello. My name is Grace Murphy and my friend and I are at Sarge's Sandbar outside. There's a group of bikers here and it looks as though they're sporting for a fight. The owner is trying to talk them down, but the "F" bomb is being tossed around a lot and the group is advancing on the owner."
"We'll be right there. Can you stay on the line with me?"
"Ye...yes."
She turned her eyes to Sid's and nodded. She stared into his eyes to make sure he wasn't going to have an episode, but he seemed just fine. He sucked in a deep breath and stood.
"Sid. No."
"I'm sorry ma'am, what's going on?"
"I'm speaking to my friend." Grace reached for Sid's hand, and he turned in her hand and squeezed her fingers.
"I have to help my brother. We stick together. Stay on the line with the police."
Chiefy growled a bit louder and Grace's breathing began to come in shallow spurts. "Are they on their way?" Her voice shook.
"Yes, ma'am."
"They need to hurry."
"Yes, Grace, I'm messaging them. You should be hearing sirens soon."
The sirens finally filled the air and Chiefy growled louder and let out a low muffled bark.
