Gimme five, the text came back from Sunni. Most regular phones could be traced in about 30 seconds with the right program but Kindred were far too paranoid for her liking even when she was just as paranoid.
Meanwhile, Ariel was rolling his eyes at the boring business bullshit that was laying around. None of it was particularly important-looking - just typical Ventrue investments and records. He'd seen it before. But that pen was nice so that went into his pocket too. "No, not really," he answered, frowning to himself. Then he had a thought.
"You know, anything really important or suspicious is probably going to be hidden," he knocked lightly on part of the wall next nearest the desk, listening as he tapped and moved for anything hollow. "You wouldn't happen to have a way to trace hidden wards would you?" Though he fully expected to hit a dead end there too.