The sirens drew closer, cutting through the chaos inside the restaurant.
The officer in charge was an older man with sharp, steady eyes. He walked straight up to me and asked, "What happened here?"
I calmly handed him the bill and the signed order slips. "Officer, this group came to my restaurant for a class reunion and ran up a bill of three million, one hundred seventy thousand dollars. Now they refuse to pay. They tried to force their way out without settling the bill, and during the chaos, they broke an antique porcelain vase worth three hundred thousand dollars."
The officer took the documents and scanned the bill. Even he paused when he saw the total.
Then he turned to Sterling, who was being held back by the guards. "Are these your signatures?"
The moment Sterling saw the polic
