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.
"Now put your gun up, Detective," I said.
Padgett looked at me for a second. I thought he wasn't going to do it. I looked into those big blue eyes and saw something dangerous. A fear so deep and wide that he needed to destroy the thing he feared. He put the gun up, but that one moment of nakedness in his eyes had been enough. I'd talk to Dolph and see if Padgett had any shapeshifter kills to his credit. I'd almost have bet that he did. Cleared of charges didn't always mean innocent.
I patted the top of Lorraine's head. "It's all right. Everything's all right." I had to get them out of here. The good guys were almost as big a threat as the bad ones.
She looked up at me, eyes puffy, nose running. Real crying is like real sex. If you really do it, it isn't pretty. "I didn't mean to hurt him," she whispered.
"I know." I glanced at the police up and down the hallway. Some of them avoided my eyes. I shook my head and helped her stand. "I'm taking them into Stephen and Nathaniel's room with me, Detective Padgett. Any objections?"
He just shook his head.
"Great. Come on, Teddy."
"I can stand up?" he asked.
I looked at Padgett. "You think you and your people can hold the Rambo routine?"
"If he behaves himself, sure." Padgett wasn't trying to be charming anymore. I think he was embarrassed about the show. I knew he was still angry, maybe at me, maybe at himself. I didn't care as long as he didn't start shooting.
"You got a uniform inside the room?" I asked.
He gave one curt nod.
"Is he as trigger-happy as the rest of you, or can I open the door without being shot at?"
Padgett strode to the door and knocked on it. "Smith, it's Padgett. Detective coming in." He opened the door with a flourish and ushered Lorraine and me in.
I looked at the young uniform seated just inside the door. Kevin was slumped down in a chair across from him, an unlit cigarette in the corner of his mouth. The werewolf looked at me, and one look was enough--not a happy camper. It wasn't just nicotine withdrawal either.
I half-pushed Lorraine into the room, then walked back to Teddy. I held my left hand out to him, and he took it. I helped him stand, though he didn't need the help. "Thank you," he said, and he didn't mean for helping him stand up.
"No problem," I said. I escorted him back to the room. Once they were both safely inside, I turned to Padgett.
"We need to talk. I'd prefer private if I could be guaranteed no one will get shot while I'm gone."
"You okay in here, Smith?" he asked.
The young cop said, "I'm fine. I like animals."
The look on Teddy's face was scary even to me. That otherworldly energy was rising like a warm, stinging tide. "If the nice policeman behaves himself, then so do the rest of you," I said.