“Sure doesn’t act like a city boy,” Chevy grumbled.

Gabe glanced at Bull. “As long as you’re here, do you have the damage totals for me?”

“Yep.” Bull pulled a paper from his pocket and handed it over. “All itemized and everything.”

“Thanks.” Gabe turned the paper so Chevy and Knox could see the sum at the bottom. “This is the dollar amount of damage done to the roadhouse during the remodeling.”

Although Knox just shrugged, Chevy went whiter than the snow on the Chugach Mountains.

“The other businesses are digging up the figures for me, as well,” Gabe said.

“Hey, Chief. Are you transporting them for AST lockup or am I?” Baumer had Chevy by one arm.

“First, let’s take our guests into the bullpen for a chat.”

Audrey stared after Gabe and the other officer as they led the two handcuffed men across the street to the police station. The chief was limping slightly.

In front of the building, the new receptionist crossed her arms over her chest. Her voice carried clearly. “As a mother, I can only say, your mamas would be ashamed of you.”

The two men flinched.

In the coffee shop doorway, Sarah gave a snorty laugh. “Here I thought it was the tourists that would provide the entertainment today.”

As Sarah returned to her counter, Audrey shook her head. “I’m not sure I consider that entertainment.” No matter what the big police chief thought.

“Oh, it was.” Bull chuckled.

She frowned at his hand on her arm. “You can let go of me now.”

“Sorry, champ. I couldn’t let you charge into that fight; you might’ve gotten hurt,” he rumbled.

Anger simmered as she looked at the huge man beside her. “Gabe might have gotten hurt. You didn’t even help.”

“If he’d been up against a half dozen, I’d have stepped in. But just a couple of rednecks against the old man? No contest.”

“Old man. Why do you call him that?” Caz called him viejo. Old man. “He’s not old.”

“He’s older than me. That’s all that counts.” Bull’s grin was white against his light brown skin and dark goatee. “It’s also a nickname for a commanding officer. When he refused to choose a call sign, we had to give him one.”

“Because he bosses you around?” Gabe did, she’d noticed. Wherever the chief was, he’d probably end up the one in charge.

“Because when he leads, people follow.” Bull’s gaze was on the municipal building, and his mouth turned up into a satisfied smile. “Even when he doesn’t want them to.”

Oh.

Bull glanced at the bottle Audrey was holding. “Hang on to that. I’ll tell Dante to put it on my tab.”

“But—”

“Keep it as a souvenir of the day you returned to the fight.”