Aidan didn't follow to the television. He didn't want to see what she found, though he heard it just fine when the newscaster came on to tell about the murder scene. He sighed and turned toward the wall, leaning his head against it.
"Vampires are extremely abundant in the city." He corrected her. He knew of a bar made for them, even, though he hadn't gone anywhere near it. Aidan thought of another thing. "The strip club..." He said quietly "probably won't draw attention to vampires. There was ... too much blood..."
He might have ripped open throats and swallowed some of what came out of them, but there was more blood on the floor and walls than a normal vampire would leave behind. Aidan had slaughtered people like cows and hadn't used them for anything. He hadn't benefited from most of the blood. They were dead because he'd been blood drunk and savage.
While it was beneficial to him now that he hadn't ingested their blood and left the crime scene oddly clean, it made him feel worse. He wasn't a predator who had fed himself, he was just a mass murderer.
The ones in the alleys, he supposed, would probably still be pinned on a vampire. And the person he'd saved from being mugged would know for sure it had been one, though fear was a powerful eraser, and Aidan had moved quickly in his attack. He had no way of being sure if the man saw anything real, or could identify him.
"I can handle police." He'd had to before. Bishop had taught him very well in the arts of evading detection by cops. Bishop had been, after all, one of them.
"There's a man though... the first one I killed was his mugger. I don't know if he saw... if he'll talk..."