These were the types of situations which really crawled under his skin and started to rip at his insides. The situations which gave him migraines. Situations which would caused him to seek out blood he truly didn’t need. On a personal level he felt for the staff of the Red Door. The victim was a member of their staff, Koen had even said the murder had been brutal. That alone made the interaction he’d had with the human owner so much more forgivable. Instinctually though he was having a hard time shaking the anger and frustration he had picked up in the small office. Not only that but the threat to his livelihood that was not easily forgotten. Even if the threat was made out of fear and desperation by a person who hadn’t even been willing to deliver the threat in person.
At least he felt more obligated to help the staff but he had to also think of his own safety now as well. There was no doubt his alibi would be soundproof, recently he’d been in many meeting on both coasts hammering out the next contract for the books he would deliver and then there was the movie which his agent was pushing to leave as open as possible in order. He’d had very little time to himself of course Koen had not provided him with the exact time so he couldn’t be perfectly certain. Either way he could hardly leave his car here with the threat of blackmail hanging over his head. The least he could give the Red Door staff was the appearance of compliance. After briefly searching for Ricky he left that, knowing full well it was a temptation he shouldn’t indulge in. He went to the room that he rented and began to turn off all the lights. The room dark and the portal open again he locked the door and teleported down to his car.
But the car was moving. For a moment he lay in the trunk of his car disoriented by the transition from standing to curled up and rocked slightly by the motion of the road. The transition was even more unsettling because it went from stark silence to blaring music. Even before he was out of the truck he could tell the car was speeding along at quite the rate, smoothly maybe a highway. After a moment he pushed down the back seat and rolled out of the trunk, thankful that he had made alterations to the Cuda for exactly this sort of situation. His movements were silent and even though he had been annoyed, angry, and frustrated back at the hotel those emotions were already been overwritten by the joy and excitement of new found freedom.
Here of all places was Ricky. He shook his head and leaned forward with all the best intentions. Let her quietly know he had arrived so that she wouldn’t swerve and hit a tree or anything, but then he got a good look at the steering column. “What the hell are you doing!” At least Gabe sounded annoyed though really the exclamation came more from shock than anger.