"I don't know, sir," Murdock said, eyes front. I was betting that he'd been in the military or wanted to be. He just had that taste to him of a wannabe.
The tall man turned to me. "What seems to be the problem, Detective...?" He left a long blank space for me to put a name in.
"Blake, Anita Blake. I'm with the Regional Preternatural Investigation Team."
He held out a large-knuckled hand to me. He pumped my hand a little too vigorously but he didn't squeeze hard. He wasn't trying to test me, just glad to see me. His touch made my skin tingle. He was psychic. A first among the police I'd met, except for a witch they'd hired on purpose.
"You must be Detective Padgett," I said.
He nodded and dropped my hand, smiling wonderfully. Smiling made him look even younger. If he hadn't been nearly Dolph's height, he'd have had real trouble with being authoritative. But a lot of people mistake height for in charge. I've struggled against the opposite reaction most of my life.
He put a hand across my shoulders and led me away from the werewolves. I didn't much care for the hand on my shoulders. If I'd been a guy, he wouldn't have done it. I let him herd me to one side, then stepped out of the circle of his arm. Didn't make a point of it, just did it. Who says I haven't mellowed?
"Fill me in," I said.
He did. It was pretty much what Dolph had told me. The only addition was that it had been Lorraine who slammed the man into the wall, which explained her tears. She probably thought she'd be going to jail. I couldn't promise she wouldn't be. If she'd been a human female that had just saved a policeman's life by inadvertently killing a bad guy, she wouldn't go to jail, not today. But she wasn't human, and the law isn't even-handed, or blind, no matter what we'd like to believe.
"Let me test my understanding here," I said. "The officer on the door was down. The shooter had the gun pointed at the officer's head and was about to deliver the coup de grace when the woman dived into him. Her momentum carried them both back into the far wall, where he hit his head. That about right?"
Padgett glanced at his notes. "Yeah, that's about right."
"Why is she in handcuffs?"
His eyes widened, and he gave me his best little boy smile. Detective Padgett was a charmer. Didn't matter that he looked like a scarecrow, he was accustomed to getting by on charm. At least with women. I was betting his act had worked even less well on Lorraine.
"She's a lycanthrope," he said smiling, as if that explained it all.
"She tell you that?" I asked.
He looked startled. "No."
"You assumed she was a shapeshifter because why?"
The smile wilted, replaced by a frown that made him look petulant rather than angry. "She threw a man into a wall hard enough to crack his skull."
"Little old ladies lift cars off their grandchildren. Does that make them lycanthropes?"
"No, but..." His face closed down, defensive.
"I'm told you don't like shapeshifters much, Padgett."
"How I feel personally doesn't interfere with my job."
I laughed, and it startled him. "Padgett, how we feel personally always affects our job. I came here pissed because I'd had a fight with an ex-boyfriend, so I got in Murdock's face about his holster. Why don't you like lycanthropes, Padgett?"
"They give me the creeps, okay."
I had an idea. "Literally?" I asked.
"What do you mean, literally?"
"Does being around shapeshifters actually make your skin creep?"
He glanced up towards where the other cops were clustered. He bent forward and lowered his voice, and I knew I was right. "It's like bugs crawling on my skin every time I'm around them." He didn't look twelve now. The fear and the loathing in his face showed lines that put him closer to thirty than twenty.
"You're feeling their energy, their aura."
He jerked back from me. "The hell I am."
"Look, Padgett, I knew you were psychic the second I shook your hand."
"You're full of shit," he said. He was scared, scared of himself.
"Dolph's put the word out for any cops that have talent in this area. Why didn't you apply?"
"I am not a freak," he said.
"Ah, the truth comes out. You're not afraid of lycanthropes. You're afraid of you."
He raised a large fist, not to hit me, but just somewhere for his anger to go, "You don't know anything about me."
"They make my skin crawl, too, Padgett."
That calmed him, a little. "How can you stand to be near them?"
I shrugged. "You get used to it."
He shook his head, almost shivering. "I'd never get used to this."
"They aren't doing it on purpose, Detective. Some shapeshifters are better at hiding what they are than others, but all of them give off more energy during strong emotions. The more you questioned them, the more distressed they got, the more energy they gave off, and the creepier you felt."
"I had the woman in a room alone and I thought my skin was going to crawl off my body."
"Wait, alone? Did you Mirandize her?"
He nodded.
"Did she tell you anything?"
He shook his head. "Not a damn word."
"What about the others?"
"The men didn't do anything."
"Are they free to go?"
"The big one won't leave her and the other one is in the room with the two injured ones. Says he can't leave them unguarded. I told him that we could take care of it. He said, apparently not."
I agreed with Kevin. "You've got witnesses that say she didn't mean to hurt the man. He isn't even dead yet. Why is she still here in handcuffs?"
"She has already killed one man today. I think that's enough," he said.
"Two things, Detective. First, she could snap those cuffs any time she wanted to. Second, if she were human, you'd have let her go home by now."
"That's not true," he said.
I looked at him. He tried to stare me down, but he flinched first. He said, looking at a spot above my head, "The man is dying. If I let her go, she could skip out."
"Skip out on what? She saw a cop about to get his head blown off and jumped an armed man to save him. She didn't cut him up. She pushed him into a wall. Trust me, Detective, if she'd meant to kill him, it would have been a more thorough job. She risked her life to save one of your own."
"She didn't risk anything. Bullets don't hurt lycanthropes."
"Silver bullets do. They work just like real ammo on a human. Every hit that they've investigated today had silver ammo, Padgett. Lorraine could have been killed, but she didn't hesitate. If she had, we'd have a dead cop on our hands. How many citizens would risk their lives to save a cop?"
He finally looked at me, eyes so angry they'd darkened two shades of blue. "You've made your point."
"Have I?"
He nodded. "Yes." He walked back down towards the waiting uniforms and the sobbing werewolf. "Uncuff her."
Murdock said, "Sir?"
"Do it, Murdock," Padgett said.
He didn't question it again, just knelt in front of Lorraine and unlocked the cuffs. His partner on the other side unsnapped his holster and took two big steps back. I let it go. We were winning, no need to fight.
As soon as her hands were free, Lorraine threw herself at me. I knew she didn't mean any harm, but I could hear the leather clearing down the hallway. I raised my voice and said, "It's okay, guys. She's okay. Ease down."
Lorraine was on her knees, arms locked around my legs, sobbing full out, loud and messy. I held a hand pointed palm out to either end of the hallway. Teddy stood and half the guns swiveled to cover him. We were on the verge of having things go really wrong.
"Padgett, get hold of your men." I spared a glanced back at him and found his gun out, pointed at Teddy. Shit.
"Padgett, put up your gun and they'll follow your lead."
"Have him sit down," Padgett said, voice even and very serious.
"Teddy," I said softly, "sit back down, very slowly, no sudden moves."
"I haven't done anything," he said.
"Doesn't matter, just do it, please."
He sat back down under the watchful eyes of half a dozen guns. He put his big hands on his knees, palms down showing he was unarmed. Like he'd had practice trying to look harmless.