The moment Dominic spoke, the man at the front of the group let out a sharp, mocking laugh. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
Dominic let his gaze settle on the man, and his voice dropped to something cold and level. "You might want to watch your mouth."
It was barely a sentence, barely a shift in posture, but the effect was immediate. The lead inspector felt something clamp down on his chest, a pressure that had nothing to do with the physical world. Those eyes, fixed on him now with the flat calm of a predator deciding whether to move, sent a jolt of pure animal terror through his nervous system. He had stared down plenty of small-business owners and low-level managers in his career, watched them crumble under the weight of a badge and a clipboard. But this man's gaze carried someth
