Officer Ryan Calloway stepped out with urgency written across his face, his posture tense and his eyes scanning the motorcycles lined along the curb before locking directly onto Caleb.
For a moment neither man spoke.
Then the officer’s voice cut through the air.
“Hands where I can see them!”
The words were loud enough that people inside the roadhouse turned their heads toward the window. A couple standing near the entrance froze where they stood, while someone farther down the sidewalk instinctively pulled out a phone.
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