John inspected his current cigarette for how dead it was. After flicking off some of the excess ash into the ashtray, it was only half dead. He accepted the new drink and this one he didn't bother with taking his time. As much as he wanted to get to know the woman, he knew he had to keep moving. He knew a few more places that big guy liked to hang around, and he needed to be stopped before he could take another victim. Or, at least too many more. There were too many skinned and gutted bodies being found around the city. The officials chalked it up to a serial killer with a hunting fetish, leaving human carcasses after taking their hides. They weren't too far from the truth, really.
Letting out a hiss of breath as the alcohol burned down into his stomach, he dropped his glass onto the bar. It needed to be his last.
He got to his feet, and looked at Rhainn. "Try Saint Patrick's," he muttered, referring to the cathedral further north. "Best chance of finding the real stuff, there." He would have told her to go to any church, but he had encountered a few chapels that had absolutely nothing holy about them. Most of those were in places like Las Vegas, but on his last visit to the Big Apple, he'd tried to use a small chapel one night when trying to evade a rather vicious, foul natured beast. Not only did the creature follow him inside, but the water inside the door was just plain water. What he didn't know was the place was set up by a con artist who was ordained by nothing more than the internet.
Nodding to the bartender, he brushed a few stray ashes from his jacket and headed for the door. If Rhainn was truly interested in what was going on, she would follow. But if she were more of the gawker sort, she would stay behind. Idle interest would not last beyond where she sat.
His own interest her was different. He didn't want to walk away until he found out what was so off about her. But he couldn't pry with the angel listening in to them. And he had more than a few methods of finding her later. That sense of something missing set her apart from everything else.
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