We've had a series of cop visits the past few weeks (not initiated by calls from our security). Two to three cops will stride in, divide up and case the joint. This morning, there were three who fanned out and found the alleged back at a table. He was someone I had never seen before, and went quietly.
I've seen more than a handful of arrests at work, and it still makes me nervous to have a bunch of poker-faced guys with guns looking around. I'm thankful that they are close by, and generally quick responders, but I have gruesome fantasies of gun battles erupting in the local history area (the favored spot for hiding from the law).