The three customers standing by the counter—appearing a bit stunned, just stood their mouths agape, for a moment or two, “Does this happen often?”
“No ma’am, first time in twenty-five years o’ running this place. More coffee?”
“Uh…no. We should pay our tab and go.”
“I’m sorry, ma’am, you’ll have to make a statement first—about what you saw here today. You are witnesses in the kidnapping and assault of a police officer,” Silverthorn insisted. They weren’t happy, but resigned themselves to being interviewed.
With the dogs, wolves and big cat guarding the gang members in the café, Silverthorn began taking their statements. For his part, McCoy was enjoying the terrified looks on the collective faces of those left behind “good ol’ boys.”
Meanwhile…in the parking lot of the 61 Way Café…
Season 8—Chapter 1—Cartel—Episode 10:
Meanwhile…in the parking lot of the 61 Way Café…The “Good Ol’ Boys” made for their cars and trucks, but unfortunately there was only one way out of the parking lot, and it was blocked by more squad cars than any of them had seen in one place in their miserable lifetimes.
Some thought about making for the surrounding woods, but the howling of some twenty (or more) wolves from all directions made such thoughts evaporate—quickly.
They did the only thing they could—they surrendered, quietly.
They were searched, cuffed and all eight of the good ol’ boys were transported to the county jail in Moosehead City. Some were disappointed that they didn’t put up a fight—but only a little—mostly they remained angry that McCoy, one of their own, had been kidnapped and at the same time, relieved that he had been rescued safe & sound.
As most of the peace officers left to go home or back to their patrols, the usual suspects remained for coffee and, perhaps, some herbal tea.
The wolves and Sauvage took their leave, knowing their presence just might affect business, and the canines followed them outside—it had been some time since they spent time visiting.
They paid no notice to the three customers who were leaving after being interrogated. Perhaps they should have.
“We go back to our cabins & call the boss. It’s clear this takeover of this hick county will take longer than he expected—local help is useless.”
“Maybe he didn’t pick well.”
“You going to tell him that?”
To be Continued…
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