Moonlighting... Sure. Katherine had no idea what had come to pass, but retained a healthy sense of paranoia about most of her dealings. right now, she was mentally flicking back over, not just months, but through a haze-worth of possible years, trying to remember if there were any relevant-seeming loose ends.
Ageless immortality sounded like a blessing to most. To those who frequented the more criminal end of things, it also meant someone could have vague memories of your same, unchanged face from witnessing something as a child.
And that was assuming the other person was even human, themselves.
"Well, you know... I'm sure I'm not the first brunette you've seen in Vegas," she responded with a friendly lift of shoulder. A kind of 'search me' expression of indifference, even though the truth would be found just a couple of months back.
Out the alley. A characteristic scowl, glancing around for anyone trailing from a distance. Black leather jacket and jeans to match. Inhuman hearing picking up on even the slight movement of paws, causing a switchblade-like turn of head to a cat hiding by a trash can. She wasn't the target, but she'd just been speaking with someone the one who was. Someone who was suspected of turning traitor, when the true informant was just a cat. The guy was found next afternoon; ribs opened up and crucified to the wall of his apartment; crisp dollar bills stuffed in his mouth to send a symbolic message.
"Happy hunting, kitty..."
Not the kind of thing a nice lady in eveningwear would do. Hell, she didn't look like she could lift a guy that heavy, much less nail one through concrete.
Bundy didn't fit the usual profiles, either.
"So, I'm guessing... Used wedding ring bonanza? That how you're here? Or this moonlighting gig of yours paying off real good?"