The choice of words of his mental dialogue made the lawyer smirked as he made his way through the cemetary. It was an ironic one, considering he had been dead at one point, but he had no intentions of taking up residence there anytime soon. No, he was tromping around the peaceful little cemetary for reasons less than peaceful.
According to a report that had passed through, a victim with neck rupture (police speak for vampire kill) had been buried there three nights ago and Lindsey was itching for something of a fight. A new one wouldn't be a worthy opponent, but fresh out of the grave, they tended to have an animalistic drive that made them especially dangerous till they got their first blood. And then there was the rumor that it might be one of Angelus's little minions.
Then again, Wolfram and Hart's sources weren't always the best. He'd hung around the grave for nearly an hour before deciding to call it quits. If the vampire rose, it rose, but he wasn't waiting around all night. Lindsey wiped his damp hands on his jeans once he'd gotten up off the grass and began the trek back to the front gates.
It was the puff of smoke that caught his attention. Otherwise, he might've just thought Logan was part of the statue in the darkness. "This place is starting to get popular."