Low Tide

Francesco's was a dark-panelled hole in the wall with green carpeting and brass fixtures on everything. It was exactly like being inside a barrel, as if all the light got absorbed like water into a sponge. It was one of the few places on the island Grace found tolerable.

She'd been in Key West for sixteen hours. She'd spent the daylight hours on the phone, where she'd gotten confirmation on the description of the man she was looking for, along with a message that said man wasn't hiding anywhere. It never failed to boggle her mind how invincible humans thought they were. The vampire was ensconced at a back table drinking bourbon, her back carefully situated so there'd be no chance of an ambush. Tropiano didn't know who she was - yet - but a little paranoia kept you healthy.

One warning. That was her current objective. After that? She'd have to go to work.

( Friendly Warning )

[OOC: Grace's cameo appearance was of course written by Gazer]