6:38p
Karrde had spent most of the day cleaning the house and working the phone. What he really wanted to do was to get out and start hunting for his wife, but the first step on that hunt had to wait until later tonight.
He had left the bedroom alone for now. The traces of blood he'd found confused him more than anything. Aside from Alyxandra's blood, he'd also found blood from at least one other vampire, maybe two. The last one, though…it was the strangest. It was the blood of a Garou, and it wasn't his. Aside from himself, he didn't know too many werewolves that would work with vampires.
"Hey, Mike, what about this server issue in the old headquarters building?"
Alexander Karrde was sitting at Mike's desk, going over the plans for the consulting job Mike had been working on. While not really a nephew, Alex was a Kinfolk – born with Glass Walker blood, but not a Garou himself – that Mike had adopted as a member of the family. Now, at age twenty-one, Alex was a partner in the consulting firm that Mike ran, and he was going to be taking over the current upgrade while Mike hunted for Alyxandra.
While they were going over the issues with older servers, Mike's cell phone rang.
"Karrde," he said, flipping the phone open.
"He'll meet you tonight," the voice on the other end said. "Be at the club, nine-thirty." And the line went dead.
"You'll get her back, Mike. I have no doubt about it. And she'll be fine until you do. I'm certain she knows how to take care of herself."
That was high praise for his wife coming from this young man. He and Alyxandra had gotten off to a rocky start from the moment she'd pulled a butcher knife on him for 'stealing her name.' Mike had gotten that settled down without bloodshed. Since then, they'd tolerated each other, but they would never be friends.
"Thanks, Alex. Keep things running around here, will ya? I need to go for a walk before dark."