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we reached the door, I tried to stall but the guy wasn’t buying it. He shoved me right out the door. He then stood there, half in and half out of the door, where he could still see the bikers and his partner while watching me as well.
    “Are you guy’s Sheriff’s Detectives?” I asked the guy as I stumbled towards my car.
    “Yes, we are,” he stared. “You know, we’re counting on your civic pride and would take it as a thank you for saving your life, if you’d forget what, if anything, you think you saw us here tonight. I’m sure you understand just how dangerous these bikers can be. I’m sure it’s just an oversight by someone down at the Sentinel, but you’re never, ever, supposed to come here. Anything information you need about these scum bags you can get from us. Just come on down to the gang squad and we’ll supply you with all the information and pictures we’ve got. I hope you know you would have never walked out of here alive, after messing up their pal in there. In fact, if I were you, I’d be looking over your shoulder from now on, until you move away and don’t tell anyone where it is your going. These guys hold grudges. Now get the hell out of here, we’ve got work to do.”
    I got in my car and was about to drive away when the cop still in the door way, waved his arm. I rolled down my window and stuck my head out.
    “What?” I asked.
    “What’s your name?” he inquired.
    “Jack Carver.” I boldly crowed. The sheriff’s detective nodded and let the door close before I could ask for his name. I thought the entire set up looked to be a shake down in progress, but that wasn’t any of my business. So I drove away thinking it couldn’t happen to a better bunch of guys.
 

 
    CHAPTER FOUR
     
    I arranged through Holston’s secretary to meet with him again the next afternoon. He had court in the morning which was fine by me. I slept in, didn’t get up until eight and went to breakfast late after I did some research on the internet and then familiarized myself with how to get to the Island Airport before heading downtown to meet with Holston.
    I managed to sit in the same spot at the bar I had sat at yesterday and ordered a beer just like I had yesterday. The bartender gave me a strange look probably because I was wearing a dark blue golf shirt and tan slacks with my black tennis shoes. Not exactly his usual clientele. Once I had ordered my beer, I started doodling on a napkin just like yesterday only this time the doodle dealt with the information I had learned and what it meant in context with the message that was to have been delivered. It spelled out a turf war to me.
    Holston arrived close to on time, I even had a swig or two left of my beer when he slipped onto the stool next to me just like yesterday. He held up his hand for the bartender to see, but he was busy with another of his upscale clients and didn’t see the gesture.
    “Afternoon, Counselor.” I stated without looking at him and then took the last big gulp of my beer. He waved to the bartender, a second time, who definitely saw the gesture this time, and nodded in recognition.
    “Afternoon Ca…,” I interrupted him at this point.
    “No last names,” I stated as I looked around the bar.
    “Okay, John,” he stated a little taken a back. “What did we find out?” He then asked.
    The bartender set his drink down and Holston mumbled the word ‘tab’ as he grabbed the drink and took a big gulp. When he’d finished, he turned and looked at me, as if to say, “Well?”
    “Let’s take a walk, Counselor.” I stated as I stood and headed for the door. I took the napkin with me, no sense in letting anyone see what I was thinking about.
    “What? I just got here. I don’t have time to take a walk. I’m due back in twenty minutes,” Holston complained.
    I stood at the door waiting for him, making it obvious I was leaving with or without him. Finally he set down his half-finished drink and followed me.
    We started