pressed the gun barrel against the small of his back. He stiffened, as if recognizing the sensation. At this point, he could call for help, even just cry out, but in my experience, no supernatural likes calling attention to himself . . . either that or our powers make us cocky when others would panic. Whatever the reason, he did as I expected—only sighed, then walked into the closet. I flipped on the light, and closed the door behind us.
Once inside, the man turned to me and smiled. “Nicely done. An excellent trap, and I admit myself caught. My cuff links are gold, and you’re welcome to them, but if you’d prefer cash, there’s a few hundred in my wallet. No banking or credit cards, I’m afraid.”
“I believe you have something more valuable. Check your inside breast pocket. The left side.”
Surprise darted behind his blue eyes, but he masked it with a laugh. “Well done again. And, again, I surrender and offer my forfeit. Your choice of the bounty.”
He started to reach into his pocket.
“Uh-uh. Hands out,” I said. “I don’t want any of your ‘bounty,’ but I think the museum does.”
“Ah, museum security, I presume. I believe you might find my offer more . . . lucrative than the pat on the back the museum will give you.”
“Nice try. I’m not—”
“Interested in a bribe? I’m impressed, and I’m sure your superiors will be as well. You see, they hired me to test their security system. They didn’t inform your team, to test you as well, your efficiency and, if possible, your integrity. You’ve outdone their expectations, and I will personally recommend you for a bonus—”
“Stuff it. I’m not museum security.”
He only gave a small smile, still unfazed. “So this is a citizen’s arrest? Very admirable, but police won’t appreciate being called for an authorized test of museum security, so I’d suggest you reconsider . . . and I do hope you have a permit for carrying that gun because—”
“I’m not calling the police. As I’m sure you already know, our sort have special ways of handling our special problems, ones better dealt with internally.”
Normally this was enough, but he only arched his brows, feigning confusion. “Our sort?”
“The sort who can jump thirty feet and bend metal bars with their bare hands.”
“Ah, that. I can explain—”
“I’m sure you can. Save it for the council.”
His brows arched. “Council? You don’t mean—”
The jingle of the handcuffs as I pulled them from my purse swallowed his last words. I’d heard enough already. He didn’t have anything important to say, but would keep saying it, in every possible form, until I either lowered my guard or got so confused I set him free.
“You carry handcuffs in your purse?” He chuckled. “Perhaps when this misunderstanding is cleared up, we can get to know each other better—”
I drowned him out by snapping open the cuffs. He only sighed and held his hands in front of him, as helpful as could be. That, too, is typical. I’d only “arrested” four supernaturals so far, but three of them had done just this, surrendered and let themselves be taken into custody. The council had a reputation for fairness, and even criminals trusted them. As for the fourth arrest, the witch . . . I pushed the thought back. That one had been a lesson to me—not every supernatural would come along easily.
“You said council,” he said as I fastened the cuffs. “That wouldn’t be the interracial council, would it?”
“Had some experience with them, have you? Surprise, surprise.”
“And you’re a . . . delegate?”
“I’m a bit young, don’t you think?” I said as I tested the cuffs.
“No, not really,” he murmured. “So you’re a . . .”
“Contract agent.”
His brows shot up. “Agent? I hope you don’t really expect me to believe that.”
Figures. He might not be physically fighting back but he sure as hell was going to use what—despite
Once inside, the man turned to me and smiled. “Nicely done. An excellent trap, and I admit myself caught. My cuff links are gold, and you’re welcome to them, but if you’d prefer cash, there’s a few hundred in my wallet. No banking or credit cards, I’m afraid.”
“I believe you have something more valuable. Check your inside breast pocket. The left side.”
Surprise darted behind his blue eyes, but he masked it with a laugh. “Well done again. And, again, I surrender and offer my forfeit. Your choice of the bounty.”
He started to reach into his pocket.
“Uh-uh. Hands out,” I said. “I don’t want any of your ‘bounty,’ but I think the museum does.”
“Ah, museum security, I presume. I believe you might find my offer more . . . lucrative than the pat on the back the museum will give you.”
“Nice try. I’m not—”
“Interested in a bribe? I’m impressed, and I’m sure your superiors will be as well. You see, they hired me to test their security system. They didn’t inform your team, to test you as well, your efficiency and, if possible, your integrity. You’ve outdone their expectations, and I will personally recommend you for a bonus—”
“Stuff it. I’m not museum security.”
He only gave a small smile, still unfazed. “So this is a citizen’s arrest? Very admirable, but police won’t appreciate being called for an authorized test of museum security, so I’d suggest you reconsider . . . and I do hope you have a permit for carrying that gun because—”
“I’m not calling the police. As I’m sure you already know, our sort have special ways of handling our special problems, ones better dealt with internally.”
Normally this was enough, but he only arched his brows, feigning confusion. “Our sort?”
“The sort who can jump thirty feet and bend metal bars with their bare hands.”
“Ah, that. I can explain—”
“I’m sure you can. Save it for the council.”
His brows arched. “Council? You don’t mean—”
The jingle of the handcuffs as I pulled them from my purse swallowed his last words. I’d heard enough already. He didn’t have anything important to say, but would keep saying it, in every possible form, until I either lowered my guard or got so confused I set him free.
“You carry handcuffs in your purse?” He chuckled. “Perhaps when this misunderstanding is cleared up, we can get to know each other better—”
I drowned him out by snapping open the cuffs. He only sighed and held his hands in front of him, as helpful as could be. That, too, is typical. I’d only “arrested” four supernaturals so far, but three of them had done just this, surrendered and let themselves be taken into custody. The council had a reputation for fairness, and even criminals trusted them. As for the fourth arrest, the witch . . . I pushed the thought back. That one had been a lesson to me—not every supernatural would come along easily.
“You said council,” he said as I fastened the cuffs. “That wouldn’t be the interracial council, would it?”
“Had some experience with them, have you? Surprise, surprise.”
“And you’re a . . . delegate?”
“I’m a bit young, don’t you think?” I said as I tested the cuffs.
“No, not really,” he murmured. “So you’re a . . .”
“Contract agent.”
His brows shot up. “Agent? I hope you don’t really expect me to believe that.”
Figures. He might not be physically fighting back but he sure as hell was going to use what—despite
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