Emil was walking toward Shane's apartment when he saw the note on the floor. He'd taken the elevator, which was always a risky move, and it had let him off on the fifth floor instead of the sixth.
He'd seen the paper all the way from down the hall, and as he neared it, he couldn't quash the feeling that it was meant for him.
He'd picked it up, and he'd read it once. He didn't need to read it again. He took it and crumbled it in his hand, his knuckles going red from the force of it, fingernails digging into his palm.
"Kane," he growled angrily. Vlad was too intelligent to drop such a thing. It had to be Kane.
He shoved the paper in his pocket, and he continued continued on his way.