"I know that area," Liam replied. He knew most of the areas around here. Where to go if you needed help, where to go to get the freshest blood, where to find those who wouldn't be missed.
As they exited the club, Liam looked up at the moon. It was never quite so bright in the city, but it could be seen clearly. He felt Ainsley's shiver and grinned to himself. Poor humans and their weaknesses to such things as weather. "Our transportation is just around the corner," he told him, steering Ainsley to the right.
The silver Aston Martin was stolen, obviously. He was clever enough to change the plates, but it was still stolen. That old man wouldn't miss his car now. Liam pulled the keys out of his pocket and lightly jangled them as they approached the car. "It's not much, but it gets me around," Liam said with a smirk. The car was certainly not something people would say such things about.