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they will. They’re the police. This is what they do.”              
                  “Fine, go ahead.” He stepped back and looked resigned to wait for them to prove him correct.
                  “I will.” I quickly dialed nine-one-one. “Yes, operator? I was just attacked.”
                  “What is your location?” the operator asked.
                  “I’m at the bar restaurant ‘The Den’ on the corner of…”
                  “We know the place. Sorry, I don’t have anyone I can send right now. You can come by and fill out a report tomorrow.”
                  “Excuse me?”
    “Come by tomorrow if you want.”
    “I was just attacked. I need someone to come now and go get him. I can give you a name and description. He just left.”
                  “I’ve got nobody to send. Sorry,” she replied. Her apology rang flat, and then there was nothing but a click, then silence.
                  Another younger man poked his head out of the door into the alleyway and looked to me, and then to Caden.
                  “We good?” the new guy asked.
                  “Yeah. Tell the guys we’re breaking for the night. Meeting’s off.”
                  “You got it.” He looked my way again and asked Caden if he needed him to stick around, but he declined. He left us in the alley alone.
                  “They aren’t coming,” I said staring down at my phone. “I just got blown off by the police.” I couldn’t stop my hands from shaking or keep the shock from my voice as I sat down in between a used solo cup and some discarded flyers, stunned and confused.
                  “You need to come inside. It’s cold out, and you’ve had a rough night.” They were the right words, but I could tell he was making the offer out of obligation. What was going on here? In the bar, he had been staring at me as if I was red meat that he wanted to either eat or kill, and then just minutes ago he wanted me to declare I was with him. Now, I felt like I was some nuisance he needed to tend.
                  “Thank you, but I’m fine. If you or your friend that was just here, could call me a cab? I just want to go home.” I felt too vulnerable to walk to my car alone, or I would have already been sprinting down the street.
                  “You can’t leave,” he said as if he was reading from a script, no deep emotion, just a dry statement.  It was clear it was a part he was tired of playing. “If you leave, that man and his friends will be waiting for you. Once you leave my protection, no one will be able to help you. Not the cops or anyone else.” He turned and looked down at me. His face was devoid of emotion. He didn‘t seem to either notice, or care, I was having a mini breakdown. “If you still want to leave, you were warned.” He got up and started walking toward the door. He opened it and stepped back waiting for me to enter. Neither of us said a word.
                  I looked at him and dialed the police again. I could hear his sigh of annoyance. They answered on the first ring so they couldn’t be that busy.
                  “Hello? I just called, and I really need someone to come help me. I was just attacked, and I need someone to come here.”
                  “Lady, what don’t you understand? We can’t get involved,” the dispatcher said.
                  “What do you mean?”
                  “What I mean is, no one’s coming! You can come file a report like I said last time, but we don’t get involved with them.”
                  “Who’s them? You don’t even know who attacked me!”
                  “Look lady, if something happened there, it was with them. We don’t get involved with them.”