Prying his long, lanky body out from behind the steering wheel was a tall, rugged looking guy with cop written all over him. He slowly walked over to the porch and walked up to where Claire was now standing with the two hoods.
“Miss,” he said tipping his hat. “Gentlemen,” the hat went back on. He aimed his steely stare at Claire and then the two hoods. He saw their weapons and they saw his.
The pair also recognized this as a detective they had run into before. He was under the command of the Chief of Police in Chicago and he was not someone they could mess with and they knew it. The Chief had a very powerful judge in his pocket and messing with them was not something these two were willing to take on without orders from the boss.
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