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hand thrust itself under his chin. "Renaldo Alarcon," said the hand. Wes spun around, hoping he hadn't been observed examining himself in the mirror. He relaxedat the broad grin offered by Renaldo and shook hands. "Wes Lyedecker, nice to meet you."
    "What's that accent?" asked Renaldo, wrinkling up his nose.
    "I'm from Boston."
    "Oh, yeah. Boston. That's back East."
    "That's right. Uh huh." Wes felt the moment hang there like a string of drool.
    "So," said Renaldo. "You whacked a biker."
    Wes nodded. "Looks that way."
    Renaldo nodded back. He clapped Wes on the shoulder, said, "Later, amigo," and wandered off.
    "Ohhh, fuck me!" groaned one of the bikers at the dart board across the room. Though most of the bikers were graybeards, this one was young and clean shaven. He wore a denim vest with no shirt, his arms windburned an angry red.
    "Why would a nice lookin' boy like you want to join the fuzz?" asked Cosmo, placing a hand on the bar. His nails were long, ridged, gray and curved at the tip.
    "Oh, now he's hugging people!" said Bell, casting a glance into the pit. The other cops followed his look. The young biker had a fat old biker wrapped in a bear hug. "Ten minutes and he turns nasty."
    Wes turned back to Cosmo's magnified gaze. He slugged down half his drink, winced, and said, "I guess I would have to say it was community based policing. The opportunity to get involved, you know, at the grass roots. And to make a difference out there."
    The jukebox kicked in with
I Fought the Law
. The cops sang along with the chorus, shouting "And the law won!" at the bikers in the pit.
    "I don't know," said Cosmo. "When I grew up in New York - I grew up in New York - when I grew up in New York we always had a cop on the corner." Cosmo wiped his nose on a paper drink napkin. "And we hated the fuckin' asshole."
    "Surf's up, dude!" called Renaldo to Bell as the opening bars of
Wipeout
poured from the Wurlitzer. Bell slapped the bar in time to the jackhammer percussion, sending his empty martini glass skittering across the grainy wood. Renaldo and Hansey were shootin' the curl as Little Jim attempted a couple of tenative dance steps, stroking his arms up and down, doing The Swim.
    The young biker vaulted up the steps from the pit and plunked down an empty beer pitcher. He stole up behind Wes Lyedecker and snaked a steely arm under his right armpit. "Say what it is, team
player
?"
    Wes bent forward and squeezed kinetic energy into his pecs and lats, preparing to explode upward. Bell ceased drumming and gazed lazily in the biker's direction. "Hey, Chug," he said. "Your dick reach your asshole?"
    Chug wrapped his other arm around Lydeceker. Wes remained in his bunched up position, waiting for his training officer's cue. "Say it again, team
player
."
    Bell sighed. "Does-your-dick-reach-your-ass-hole?"
    Little Jim moved a few steps closer, his marbled pink cheeks white. The other bikers looked on. Chug released Wes and stepped back. He stomped his boot on the wood floor and grinned like a chimp. "Absofuckinlutely!"
    Bell smiled happily. "Then go fuck yourself."
    This remark apparently took a long time to filter down to Chug's stimulant-addled speech-recognition center. When it did, the simian grin disappeared. He worked his jaw back and forth and raised up on the balls of his feet. "Fuck you up, man."
    Bell jumped up, knocking his barstool backwards. The bikers in the pit climbed to their feet. Chug pushed off with his left leg and launched his broad body behind a red-knuckled fist.
    Bell began to V his arms. Wes began to cringe. At this point on the football field the pursuing safety would slacken his stride. The fullback was about to get creamed.But Little Jim shot forward, reached out a hand big as a catcher's mitt and snagged Chug's fist in midair. Chug twisted and ducked down, trying to free his hand. Little Jim used the momentum to spin him into a hammerlock. He lay back on the wrist. Chug's knee hit the floor. The bikers started moving up