Normally Malcolm wouldn't have been caught dead anywhere near Merlin. Or a comedy club for that matter. But he had read that Marian was headed to Merlin's place, so he had looked it up and headed over.
He ducked into the establishment, choosing a table on the edge of the periphery so he could see the entire place. He caught the shock of bright red hair belonging to Marian bent over a drink and her phone, so he made himself comfortable to watch.
Maybe...just maybe he could follow her out of here. Just far enough away he could tranq her. If he could get her alone, he could get her back to his place.