I made one phone call. Twenty minutes later every member of my club was in that parking lot. We walked through those doors and I grabbed Webber by his collar and slammed him against the booking desk so hard the computer monitor hit the floor.
The room went dead silent.
There were six other officers in that station. Not one of them moved.
Webber tried to reach for his radio. My VP, a guy named Hatchet who’s about 6’5 and 280 pounds, put his hand over Webber’s and shook his head real slow.
“I wouldn’t,” Hatchet said.
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