Fortunately, gangsters with a cultural religious edge were also gangster who could be scared. A lot of them were opening fire out of fright and many were running out of there, yelling all manner of things. By the morning, Chinese whispers would blow the entire affair up out of all proportion and it would become a tale about a vengeful, blood-thirsty, fireball-shooting ghost. Others would talk about a rival gang showing up and causing all manner of havoc.
Shimmer really shouldn't have sat on that package.
The corpse was an absolute mess. Getting hit by a metal bar wasn't exactly healthy. Getting beaten by one swung by a vampire, considerably less so. It was like a chainsaw had gone through a watermelon. That safe, however... His last actions in life had been to unlock the contents and the door had swung open.
"VAMPIRE HORRRRRSE! Where are youuuuu?!"
It was being shouted from outside. Even in an alley, gunfire and shouting was going to draw the curious. Finding a floating ball of light would draw even more.