“Policy’s policy,” Pike insisted louder now, as if trying to reassert authority. Travis didn’t blink. “Policy doesn’t cancel responsibility.” And that was when the distant echo of sirens carried faintly over the interstate noise.
Cracked Gravel Parking Lot Confrontation tightened not because violence erupted, but because uncertainty spread like static electricity through the air. Pike’s expression shifted when he heard the sirens, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his face. “Good,” he muttered. “Let’s settle this officially.”
Evan’s grip tightened around his backpack straps. He looked smaller somehow, as if the gravel itself were swallowing him.
The first cruiser rolled into the lot, lights flashing but siren cutting off as it slowed. Officer Mark Delgado stepped out, scanning quickly — teenage boy, irritated manager, biker standing a little too close.
“What’s the situation?” Delgado asked evenly.
“He’s trespassing,” Pike said immediately. “Didn’t pay his balance. I want him gone.”
Delgado looked at Evan. “Is that accurate?”
Evan swallowed. “I’m short two nights. I just need until Friday.”
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