Sierra added cautiously.

Brady affirmed, "You have my word."

With that, Brady placed a call.

A few minutes later, a rugged-looking young man approached Brady.

Brady whispered instructions in his ear, and the man nodded in agreement. He retrieved a bag containing some white substance from his pocket and began to advance slowly toward Sabrina.

The shrill sound of an alarm blared in the bar.

Everyone in the bar looked at each other in confusion and surprise until someone shouted, "The police are coming!"

The whole bar was thrown into chaos. Some people were so shocked they could only look around, aghast, uncertain of what to do. But a few others, who were guilty of one thing or the other, took to their heels immediately.

Before anyone else could leave, two police officers rushed in through the main entrance. The leading police officer said sternly, "Everyone, please be quiet. We have received a report that someone in the bar is using illegal drugs. Now please cooperate with us in handling this case. We won't take too much of your time, but we will arrest anyone who doesn't cooperate with us for obstruction of justice."

Many of the guests in the bar calmed down and cooperated with the police and answered all the questions they were asked promptly.

Like most of the guests in the bar, Bettie was surprised at the turn of events.

"Is there anyone here taking drugs? What a mess! Lance, what kind of place did you bring me to?"

Lance gaped at her, stunned by the accusation.

“How could I have known..."

"Shut up!"

Lance pursed his lips and said nothing.

Bettie glanced at Sabrina and asked in a low voice, "Whoever gave the police the tip must have also described what the person using the drugs looked like, right?"

Sabrina propped her elbows on the table and rubbed her temples slowly.

She didn't make any attempt to answer.

It was Lance who finally replied in an equally low voice.