He grunted but otherwise showed little reaction to the force of my push. He really was a man-mountain, his stocky, muscular body matching his thick shoulders and boulder-like arms. But I was a wolf and a vampire. He had no hope against me.
I held him pinned with one hand, then caught one swinging fist in the other. The smack of flesh against flesh sounded like a gunshot.
Even this close to him, I couldn't tell if he was human or not. He didn't seem to have any particular scent, which made me wonder if he was using a scent neutralizer - though I'd never heard of one that actually erased the markers of your species.
"Enough," I said, squeezing his fingers. Even though my hand wasn't large enough to entirely cover his, I could still cause some serious damage if I wanted to. And he was smart enough to realize it.
"What fucking right have you got to haul me out of the car like that?"
"Scum who are spotted trailing guardians don't have any rights. Why are you doing it, and who's paying you?"
"I have no idea what you're talking about. I was just sitting there drinking my coffee. "
My gaze flicked briefly to the inside of his car. He did indeed have a travel mug sitting in the center console, but I seriously doubted the rest of his story. There was too much tension emanating from his body for an innocent man.
"We have two options here," I said, squeezing his hand a little harder. I could smell the sweat on him so I knew it had to be hurting, but there was no sign of fear or pain on his face or in his eyes. A tough man, through and through. "I can beat you to a pulp and then get my answers, or you can simply give me the answers I want and walk away without broken bones. "
He considered it for several heartbeats, then said, "How do I know you're a fucking guardian?"
I shifted my grip slightly and pulled out my badge, showed it to him, then put it away again. "Now, why are you following me?"
"Because that's what I'm being paid to do. "
"By whom?"
He shrugged. "I'm just a contractor. "
Meaning there was some sort an underworld job agency hiring out thugs? I'm not sure why I was surprised, given all that I'd seen over the last few years, but for some reason I was.
"So give me your boss's name and we'll call it quits. "
He snorted, spraying fine particles of snot over my hand. Charming. "Get real. He'll kill me if I did that. "
"And I'll kill you if you don't. "
I wouldn't - and couldn't if he was human, thanks to the law - but it never hurt to make the threat. Both the general public and the criminals we hunted know so little about what guardians can and can't do that making threats was often the easiest way of getting results.
"Fuck. " He shifted his stance a little, and I tensed, half expecting him to try and kick me. But he didn't. "Okay. I'm not getting paid enough to mess with the likes of you. "
"So he didn't tell you I was a guardian?" I reached out telepathically and lightly connected with his thoughts -
not enough for him to sense me but more than enough to tell truth from lies.
"No. " His voice was hostile, indicating he wasn't too happy with his boss right now.
"And the plate number didn't make you realize?" I mean, the Directorate, like all government departments, had their own plates. It would have been a little hard to miss the fact that he wasn't following an ordinary car.
"Well, yeah, but you could have been an office worker for all I knew. I didn't know we had female guardians who weren't vamps. "
Few people did - mainly because I was the only one. "So, the name of your boss?"
"Henry
. Henry Bottchelli. "
"And Bottchelli didn't tell you why he wanted me followed?"
"Nope. Just that I had to follow you for the next couple of days, providing regular updates about your location. "