Rhys made a noncommittal noise, almost a grunt, but the apology was a surprise. He hadn't thought Holly had it in her. He'd already smoked his limit that night, so there was no cigarette in his mouth. His coat was black this time, the brown one being at the dry cleaners. He'd left his post because she was on the move. If she could be attacked by a vampire ten feet from her door, anything could happen to her if she went further afield.
"You're lucky I don't get angry."
He said it just loud enough for his voice to carry, his soft-soled shoes covering the distance as he followed at a safe distance. The crossbow was collapsed under his coat, accompanying a Walther PPK, which was in a shoulder holster. The gun was legally registered in his name, part of his occasional work as a corporate bodyguard. The government had offered to pay for his services after he got out of the military, but he preferred the private sector. Better pay, less bureaucracy.
He passed the open mouth of an alley, and metal rattled against metal as a garbage can was turned over. Rhys looked, but it was just a homeless woman, probably looking for food. The shelters must have been full that night. He wasn't self-conscious about ignoring her when she made a move to approach him. He wasn't the charitable type.
There was a man in an ill-fitting jacket approaching from the other side of the street. He looked jittery. The mercenary sized him up, picked up the pace to walk a bit faster. Trouble came in all sizes.
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"You're lucky I don't get angry."
He said it just loud enough for his voice to carry, his soft-soled shoes covering the distance as he followed at a safe distance. The crossbow was collapsed under his coat, accompanying a Walther PPK, which was in a shoulder holster. The gun was legally registered in his name, part of his occasional work as a corporate bodyguard. The government had offered to pay for his services after he got out of the military, but he preferred the private sector. Better pay, less bureaucracy.
He passed the open mouth of an alley, and metal rattled against metal as a garbage can was turned over. Rhys looked, but it was just a homeless woman, probably looking for food. The shelters must have been full that night. He wasn't self-conscious about ignoring her when she made a move to approach him. He wasn't the charitable type.
There was a man in an ill-fitting jacket approaching from the other side of the street. He looked jittery. The mercenary sized him up, picked up the pace to walk a bit faster. Trouble came in all sizes.