Wrong Side of a Gun—
"Wasn't watching you—"
"Against the wall," the kkangpae growled.
Slowly, trying to look non-threatening, Gary stepped sideways, turned and pressed his back to the wall. He met the kkangpae's eyes and found them cold, calculating, inhuman. The kkangpae's expression was as empty of light as the stark black suit he wore. Gary had met a lot of ice-hearted bastards in his line of work, but this one sent shivers of fear rippling over his skin.
"Wallet," the kkangpae demanded, his gun still aimed unwavering at Gary's heart.
Grimacing, Gary pulled out his wallet. One look at his badge and the kkangpae would shoot him dead. It didn't matter to the monster in front of him what reason Gary had for watching him, why he'd come into the bathroom. He was a cop and that was enough of a reason. Gary readied himself to jump towards the gun, try to grab it, but knew it would be a futile gesture. This man didn't need a gun to kill him. After all his years on the front line, Gary Walker was going to die in a grimy bathroom in a rundown bar and no one would even know why.
The kkangpae flipped open the wallet …
… and smiled
… and lowered his gun.
Gary was too stunned to move.
Abruptly, the kkangpae seemed to blur in front of Gary's eyes. He straightened up, his shoulders relaxed. The hardness dropped away from his face, making him years younger, the chill left his eyes, the angry line of his jaw softened. If Gary believed in the supernatural, he would say that the man in front of him was a goddamned shape-shifter.
"Lt. Walker," the transformed man said, his voice warm, musical, all trace of accent gone. "I was hoping it was you."