Corner of Mark and Bakersfield. That didn't really help much, though he was pretty sure he had passed one of those streets earlier today. Hopefully he was going the right direction, else things might not go so well. A crumbling garage would definitely work, though. It would limit the directions in which the trackers could approach, and give him the advantage. Also, if it was crumbling then no one would be around, and he didn't need everyone seeing what could very well happen next. Showing that the supernatural was actually real never usually went too well with humans. That was something Zander definitely wanted to avoid.<br/><br/>It didn't take long before he found it and decided to place them in a far corner on the ground floor. Zander had made sure to zig zag around and take the long way before backtracing his steps and reaching his final spot. If they were lucky then the trackers would lose his scent and go the way he had tried to make it seem he did; out of the town. This poor girl needed a break. Sure, he was used to stuff like this, but she had probably never been around more than a high school bully. And is she had looked anything then like she did now he doubted she was ever on the receiving end.<br/><br/>Setting her down he put a finger to his mouth, signalling her to be silent for a bit. Only time would tell now. If the trackers didn't arrive within a few minutes then they were in the clear for a bit. If they did, well then things got messy.