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car. This was no surprise; human cops were always on patrol here given that the bar had become a popular hangout for college students. What Connor worried about, was that shit kept sliding under the radar on their watch. Someone had sent in a tip that afternoon about this place, according to his connection at the local police station. It wasn’t a big enough tip for the human authorities to act on it, but a hunch that something might be amiss here would not leave Connor.
    At this point, there shouldn’t have been anyone else intervening. Not the local cops, at least. But with no word back from the Feds, he was still on edge about the whole thing.
    Connor pressed the bud in his ear. “Can I get someone to investigate the squad car on 18th and Vancouver? Who’s inside, and how many of them? Report back ASAP.”
    There was static on the other end. “Copy.”
    Connor and Rodney entered the club with no issues from the guards, who were shifters he’d known to regularly man the doors. Several years ago, when the bar had been first opened, the owner’s had contracted the security side of things to Maxim Securities while his dad had still been in charge. Following the last Alpha's death, owners had changed twice since then, and now the Dockhouse bar operated under a new organizational structure, equipped with its own full-time employees, including the bouncers. After the first change of ownership, Maxim Sr. lost out on a contract bid to another firm, so Maxim Securities no longer secured the club. Since then, the firm had never placed another bid.
    As Connor scanned the thick patch of bodies, he counted about four bouncers, one at each corner. They stood at their posts as their only purpose was obviously to prevent and break up fights. And fights happened frequently here with so many different cliques under one roof. Shifters, both Caedmon and Arnou. College students. Mobsters. Rich socialites…
    All four bouncers were human. That wasn’t a surprise since, on any given night, most of the patrons were human, as well. To get in, you needed to have a referral or be a regular. The place wasn’t as selective as it had been when Maxim Securities oversaw safety, and, as a result, the Dockhouse bar had become less of a place where shifters could be themselves. There were separate gatherings and private parties for those types of events.
    “M-9?” a voice called from the bud behind Connor’s ear. “No cops found in the squad car.”
    “Any cops in the vicinity?” Connor asked.
    “Negative.”
    No presence of cops, when they were clearly around here somewhere could’ve meant several things. Either they were patrolling the area on foot or they were inside one of the nightclubs. There was a strip club several blocks up the street; the only place besides the Dockhouse bar that got extremely rowdy.
    “Check behind the back of the bar. Send someone down the street to check out The Wild Horse.”
    “Copy.”
    After giving the orders, Connor made his way to the bar. Several people brushed and knocked passed him, but there was really no way around it. Fire marshals had already warned the owners about the cap on the number of people that could be in the bar at one given time, but the folks in charge seemed to ignore it.
    One of Connor’s men was already seated near the end of the bar with a drink in his hand. Connor snagged an empty seat with half of his attention diverted to the happenings in the bar. People were pre-occupied everywhere, on the dance floor, in every corner of the room, and in every private nook near the back. The whole place smelled of sweat, smoke, pheromones, testosterone, and furniture polish. The interior of the place had undergone some major renovation. He didn’t remember the surfaces being so shiny the last time he’d visited here.
    “What can I get you, sexy?” the woman behind the bar asked.
    Connor caught her gaze, and she winked. She was an attractive girl who didn’t look more than two days over