"If the Malk's vision was right, then Alex knew whoever it was that killed him." There were certainly easier ways to go about it though. Less messy ways. Amadeus had to agree with Ariel that whoever had done this was not in their right mind when they had done this. And whoever it was certainly wasn't used to doing something like this. So why now? Why the Ventrue Primogen?
Amadeus looked up and glanced around the room again. "Maybe that's the part of the point. Make it so that the blood blocks everything else out." Especially if the one who did this was aware there was now a Gangrel Hound and thanks to the talk at the Blue Velvet the other night everyone surely did.
If so, they hadn't accounted for the blood on the floor being a problem. They had just left it and in doing so one could make out the footprints in even half gone as some of them were from the new blood that had covered the floor once they had stepped away. Other they were the daintiest of men's feet or they did in fact belong to a woman.