Chapter 9

“Nick?”

He realized Ray was saying something to him, but his attention was too focused on the cops now heading their way. His knuckles tightened on his beer bottle.

“Sorenson.”

Ray swung around on the stool to look at the three off duty officers. “Can I help you gentlemen?”

The nearest one, Ramirez, a large, beefy guy, who’d called Nick’s name ignored Ray, and looked at Nick. “What the fuck are you doing with this bastard?”

“Yeah, Sorenson. Do you know who this asshole is?” Another of the cops, Lawrence was his last name, asked.

“Look, guys, we don’t want any trouble. We’re just here for a drink.”

“Nick, you know these guys?” Ray asked.

“Yeah, they’re some police officers from my precinct.”

“You a traitor, Sorenson?” Ramirez snarled.

Nick’s stomach twisted. He pushed down the queasy feeling. “Of course not.”