Maybe it really was time for me to start flexing a little muscle.
"What are you?" she said after a moment.
"As I said, something more than a werewolf." I released the Aedh and let my hand return to full flesh. "Now, if you've finished with the games, tell me about Wolfgang Schmidt."
She shrugged. The fear—if indeed that was what I'd seen—was gone, but so, too, was her somewhat disdainful demeanor. "He's a regular, comes in two or three times a week."
"And he was in here last night?"
"Yes."
"With anyone?"
"No."
Obviously, she had every intention of answering what I asked and nothing more. "Then did he leave with anyone?"
"I can't say. I don't watch the movements of every single patron."
"Then why have the large bank of security monitors in the room?"
She smiled. "They are not trained on inpiduals. I simply like to be aware of what is going on in that room at all times."
A controlling bitch, in other words. Maybe I should have called Hunter instead of flexing a little Aedh muscle—the resulting fireworks might have been interesting.
"Then I want access to all the tapes from last night. Now."
"And you can prove you are actually from the council? Because I am not inclined to show those to any random stray off the street."