Blood Files

Harry whistled to himself as he walked through the club, pausing long enough to throw the woman that was on stage singing a salute.  The redhead winked at him without interrupting her song, causing Harry to grin and shake his head.  He made his way out of the club and stopped in the parking lot, the empty bottle still in his hand so he could return it to Mac later.  Harry leaned on his staff and waited.

Harry had been up all night, conferencing with Bob and trying to work out as much of a map as he could of Undertown, so it wasn't entirely surprising when kind of passed out on his couch, several books open and laying on his lap and chest. Mouse was guarding the door by way of laying in front of it, making sure that it wouldn't open around his huge bulk.