Police cruisers arrived one by one, their red and blue lights flashing silently in the night. Officers stepped out and looked over the large group of bikers standing under the floodlights.
No one ran. No one tried to leave.
Jack walked calmly toward the officers.
The sheriff approached him.
“What happened tonight?” he asked.
Jack handed him the gloves.
“You sure about this?” the sheriff asked quietly.
Jack nodded.
Then a motorcycle engine suddenly roared into the lot.
Everyone recognized it immediately.
Luke’s Harley.
Luke rode in quickly but slowed when he saw the police cars. He removed his helmet, confusion spreading across his face.
“Dad?” he said.
He looked at the officers, the riders, and the burned barrel.
“What’s going on?”
The sheriff’s deputies stepped forward.
Jack spoke calmly.
“The sheriff needs to talk to you.”
Luke frowned.
“About what?”
No one answered.
The deputy explained that a woman had reported being assaulted outside a bar earlier that night and that witnesses had seen Luke’s motorcycle nearby.
Luke turned back to his father, disbelief spreading across his face.
“You called them?” he asked.
Jack met his eyes.
“Yes.”
“You called the police on me?” Luke shouted.
“You’re my father!”