"Very well then, tell your Commander, as long as he doesn't start a witch hunt," she responded. "This vampire - the killer - doesn't speak for the rest of us. Make sure he understands that, too." She gave Morgan a look that was insistent - stern, even. Lydia knew all too well how terribly the situation might unfold: Enforcer presence increasing around areas of high vampire population, vampires being targeted for no reason other than fear. There was potential for life to become harder for vampires, but without the promise that the actual mystery would be solved. If there was no simple way that Lydia could stop Morgan from divulging all the details to her little crew, then so be it, but if things went south for vampirekind, Lydia would personally pin the blame on the Enforcer standing in front of her.<br/><br/>"Anyway, the bar will be closed in-," Lydia paused to reach for her pocket watch, which was in the pocket of the cloak that she remembered she wasn't wearing. She sucked her teeth and rounded her desk, then pulled open the drawer where she kept a second one. Lydia pressed the button on the side of the little mechanism. If not for that pestilent ticking, she would've kept a grandfather clock in her office instead. "-exactly one hour. Stay for that long and Darcy's all yours."<br/><br/>Alex took the cue to leave, and waved a hand at Morgan and Lydia before walking towards the door. Whatever this case was, it was in their hands, not hers, and if she could avoid anymore run-ins with that masked creep, she certainly would. "I'll be in the room, then." She shut the door behind her. Alex didn't see herself being able to rest, not with all the energy she had, but it wasn't like there was anything she could do - at least, not until she learned how to handle her changed body.<br/><br/>"The bar is, of course, open to humans, but you'd draw quite a bit of attention wearing that coat of yours," Lydia continued, acknowledging Alex with a wave. Lydia chuckled to herself. Red coat or not, Morgan would've stood out like a sore thumb. She had an air about her that just seemed too...straight-edge. "Then again, I'm sure that's not really your crowd, hm? Regardless, there<i>is</i>another important issue we need to discuss."<br/><br/>Since she was already behind her desk, Lydia turned and grabbed a bottle of wine from the bottom shelf behind her, followed by two glasses. A day rarely went by that she wasn't grateful to herself for keeping a stash. It wasn't long before she had filled a glass with the deep red liquid. "Here, have a glass," she offered, "you might need it." Whether Morgan took it or not, Lydia poured one for herself and went back to her original position, leaning against the front of the desk.<br/><br/>"Adrian Blackwell," Lydia started, "I'm sure you've heard of him, the head of Carpe Noctem. Eventually, we'll need to look into him as a lead; I know he knows more than we do." She sighed. There was no point in withholding this information anymore. "The other night, when you came by, Adrian was here - he said something about a rogue vampire over on his corner of the city. Truthfully, I took it as no more than a joke - he's about as honest as a snake - but now, I see there was truth to it, after all." She sipped from her glass. "At some point, we're gong to need to confront him. But it won't be as simple as this-," she gave a flourish of her hand, gesturing to her office. "Adrian has a rather...vulgar sense of humor, and he hates me nearly as much as I hate him. It wouldn't surprise me if there's a hefty price for his help." Lydia lowered her voice. "I'm sure you have records on him. If there's anything that can be of use in your archives, you should find it. Any edge we have against Adrian is better than nothing."<br/><br/>"Also...you should keep this off the record; Adrian and his brood are quite reckless. If he catches any hint that Enforcers are onto him, we'll have a problem worse than the killer on our hands."