"If Joe O'Connell has any questions, you can tell him that Mr. Guide sent you."
Asa laughed softly, and glanced over at the Gangrel.
Joe O'Connell was far from stupid, and more aware of the secrets hidden in the shadows of the night than most. And Alessandra, like many of their kind, was possessed of physical beauty that the detective had come to recognize and expect. Asa wouldn't even be surprised if, over the years, the man had grown to even recognize Asa's specific tastes.
The laughter was just as much for the stark contrast between the sensual, inked Gangrel and the pallid, severe Ventrue he'd last sent.
"It will be a difficult mess," he added in agreement.
The question was, would she be up for the challenge?
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