Raider looked around. “Sean? You were robbed, and Eddie and I heard screams, came in and chased the guy off. Just be quiet until we can get to you in the hospital, and your loyalty will keep you safe in the organization this time. Eddie, we were just about to call 911. Got it? Sean, you don’t know our names.” He looked up as if panicking. “Damn it, Jonny. You’re covered in blood.” Raider turned to Eddie. “Is there somewhere one of us can hide in here? If they see that blood, we’re dead.”

“Cubbyhole behind the old Pac-Man machine. We keep cash there,” Eddie said.

“Go,” Raider said urgently, rushing to Jonny and handing him the gun and knife. “Take all the weapons.” There was no way he’d get away with this, but with the cops outside, at least he had a chance to live through it. Had Force called the cops?

Jonny glared at Raider, took Eddie’s gun, and jogged out of the room.

“Come out with your hands up,” a man bellowed through a bullhorn. Raider jerked his head. Shit. Was that Force?

Raider looked himself over as if making sure no blood was on him. “You wanted on any warrants?”

“No,” Eddie said, eyeing Sean. “Should we kill him?”

“No.” Raider pretended to survey the scene again, his mind calming. “He’ll back us. Act like you’re in control with the cops.”

Eddie hesitated and then nodded.

Raider leaned toward Sean’s ear. “I’m so going to kill you for this,” he whispered tersely.

“Bring it on,” Sean wheezed, just as quickly turning his head and smacking a kiss on Raider’s chin.

Raider reared up. He did not just do that.

Sean chortled, the sound painful. Then he slumped unconscious.

Crap. Raider shoved past Eddie for the door. He had to get Sean medical help. “Follow my lead.” He moved past Eddie and opened the door, his hands up. “We heard screaming and caught a guy robbing this place. The bartender needs an ambulance. Now,” he called out, facing two legitimate Collinsville police cars with doors opened and cops pointing guns at him. He blinked.

Force moved from one car and Wolfe the other, both wearing police jackets. Wolfe grabbed his arm and spun him around to face the wall, while Force ran inside. Eddie’s hands went up in surrender, his expression oddly innocent.

Force moved for Sean and felt his neck. “He’s alive. Call for an ambulance,” he ordered Wolfe.

Wolfe finished pretending to search Raider. “You take these two in, and I’ll wait for the ambulance with this bartender guy.”

Good. Raider tried to measure Sean’s uneasy breathing. Wolfe surely had some combat medical experience, and that would come in handy while the ambulance made its way to them. Hopefully it wasn’t too late for the stubborn farmer.