<b><u>Part 2</u></b><br/><br/>Adriel stared up around the sprawling city around him, dwarfed by the buildings and people. No matter what time of day or night, there was always someone around, walking the streets, in a 24-hour restaurant, at a club or modern speakeasy. It truly was the city that never slept. You could find anything you needed, any time of day. Provided, of course, you had the moolah for it.<br/><br/>Letting out a soft sigh, he jammed his hands into his pockets and started back towards his apartment. Today had been a bust. The lead about Tristan had been nothing more than a lot of smoke and hot air.<br/><br/>Ever since he'd nearly died, Adri had been pulled from the Skyler assignment and put on the hunt for Tristan. He'd been the only one to interact with the hunter, to get a taste of him--something traitorous twinged in his lower belly in rememberance at how hot Tristan had been--and know what he looked like.<br/><br/>On the way home, he decided to stop for a quick bite. He hadn't eaten all day. Stupid but he hadn't wanted to lose his lead.