It had been months since Otto had made a promise to the specter of a victim of a vicious murder. In that time, he had never once forgotten his task: Exact vengeance upon her killer, Alaric. Of course, several matters had intervened to make the matter more difficult. He had accepted new responsibilities, been involved with other investigations... but not once had he forgotten. And now he was ready to move. To hunt. To deliver judgment.

As a general rule, the Reeve did not like dealing with Ghouls. While he considered Kindred superior as a rule, he didn't avoid them out of some sneering superiority. No, they simply... didn't fit well in his view of things. Kindred were chosen, Damned by God to deliver high righteous and holy judgment upon the wicked. Kine were prey to be observed, punished, or very rarely protected as appropriate. Ghouls didn't neatly fit into that dichotomy. Too tainted by Vitae to be mere livestock, but without the divine appointment that Kindred had. They were sentient tools and that made having conversations with them very difficult, at least for Otto.

Nevertheless, he was not so stubborn that he could ignore the obvious benefits to having a Ghoul at his beck and call. Still, he wasn't at the point where he could comfortably invest his time and energy into providing for one. The compromise was simple: 'borrow' the services of a Ghoul from one of his congregants. Though it had taken considerable effort to suppress his sense of shame at asking the favor, one of his lay priests had been all too happy to allow him to make use of a Ghoul driver for a night. Bartholomew Edwards appeared to be in his early 40s, a gift of Vitae masking the fact that he was far older. He had apparently served the Sire of his current Regnant before, oftentimes chauffeuring Kindred to hunting sites and at times assisting in covering up evidence.

That night, Otto had requested that the blue-eyed Englishman drive him in a plain white van. They were going to find Alaric in his apartment, or so he hoped. Then they would coax a final confession from the murderer, bring him to Moore House, and kill him. The Priest also intended to use his blood to feed his rose bush, but that was far lower on the list of concerns. First and foremost was making sure he had the right location and that Edwards was prepared to assist him in whatever was necessary.

"Mr. Edwards." He greeted the Ghoul as he opened the passenger door and took a seat. "You know our appointed task for the night?" The Ghoul gave a polite smile and responded in a chipper tone. "Of course, sir. Escort you to the apartment and then back to the church, likely with a guest." The dull look in the driver's eyes betrayed the lack of empathy he felt for their prospective victim. "Good man." Otto said with a hint of amusement. "Let's get on the road, then."