...but I did not shoot the deputy

It was around that time that a darker side of the law cropped up, four of us had pulled into a restaurant car park and I was lagging behind somewhat.

I think it was Jim Baker and Edgar who were "in the middle" and their paths coincided with a tall LAPD officer who had just parked his cruiser. Edgar was looking up at the cop and talking about something, while Jim was the other side of the police sandwich, when I noticed something odd.

The cop discretely reached down to his holster and unbuttoned his firearm.

Nothing became of the event, but it seemed that, for some reason, this Magnum sized officer thought, maybe, for a minute, that the portly man in the red cardigan and his gang were going to attempt to take him down.