Cops?
Tyler said it, yelled it, almost like his entire life depended on it or something… and if I hadn't known him the way I already do, I wouldn't put it past him to have a couple of felonies on the record.
But the speed here man, the urgency he was showing, shoving and tumbling his way through the crowd to reach me… hey, I'm not friends with an actual fugitive, am I?
"Oh man, Big Man, oh boy," He said, speaking like a child hiding behind the back of his father. "Gotta be a noise complaint, I think. Want me to turn things down?"
"You think?" I gave him a look. "Meaning to say you didn't actually talk to them to see why they're here?"