You hear something from the bar. (Requires killing Danny)

Before you can respond, you hear a crash from the bar behind you. Whirling around to face the door, you send the chair you were sat on spinning away from you.

You focus your senses and listen intently, trying to identify what's happening. Through the walls, you can make out somebody shout the word "Police!", followed by indiscernible instructions. They don't matter. You know what they're here for.

Whipping back around to face the bartender, who is staring wide-eyed at the shattered remains of the chair you were sat on, you approach him and vault the desk between you, menacing a full head over him inches away.

"You need to hide me from them."

Ever the businessman, he quickly recovers at the scent of opportunity, responding in a hushed tone.

"You didn't pay for that. Definitely didn't cover the cost of hiding a fugitive in my bar."

Glaring at him, you briefly consider physically forcing him to do what you want, but realise the sound of a struggle would give you away. You have to admit to a mild admiration of his mercenary nature, as he tries negotiate with you in this situation.