Dark eyes watch Helene walk over to the figure. And this could only go a few ways, and most were not good.
Connors voice shifts her attention, and she moves toward him and where he was pointing. Walking closer, she sees the crushed part of the car.
Huh.
Kindred?
Deep sigh, “At least we’re going the right way.” Thinking, “Perhaps one of us? Either way, I think we need to be on high alert.” If a Kindred did do this, big if, then they didn’t seem concerned for the Masquerade. Or hoped no one would notice in the chaos.