As Hericane and I share a moment, guess who jumps in front of us.
The douche, of course. "Hold on, you two." Time to wave the badge around a little. "I'm gonna need to talk to Hericane down at the station."
I shake my head firmly. "This is a superhuman case. I've got jurisdiction."
Tank spreads his feet and plants his hands on his hips. So now it's officially a pissing contest. "I see no definitive proof of superhuman involvement. She says this isn't even Mardis Gras dead in here." He nods at Hericane. "For all I know, this is a straight-up non-super civilian homicide."
Whose is bigger? That's what it always comes down to with guys like this. Well, guess what? "You want to try and bring her in for questioning? Be my guest." Mine is.
I look at Hericane, and Tank does, to
