Three police cars arrived on the scene almost simultaneously, albeit not right in front of the club due to the construction. Drawing their guns and jogging to positions around the outside, the three officers scanned the front of the building, now empty of people aside from one gentleman wearing a business suit and an annoyed expression. The front doors were closed, although light from inside the club glowed through the frosted glass.
The officers’ radios crackled, and Arnie could hear something about backup and other officers in the vicinity.
“We got a 911 call about shots fired – what’s going on?” demanded a large officer with a mustache.