Evey remembered everything he'd once told her about vampires - about him, at least. One ability in particular stood out: mind control. Naturally, he could handle the police. And now, the witness...
"Can you find him and erase his memory, then?" she asked. It occurred to her that it might already be too late. "How long has it been?" If the person who saw Aidan had spoken, then he probably got paid very well for it by the news station, and there would be a bit running every 30 minutes or so about it. Evey knew; she used to work in the news.
Had Aidan left any finger prints? Were his prints even on file? Then Evey thought about Peter. She groaned, dropping her shoulder against the wall. Peter had more abilities than Evey wanted to think about. Peter...
Fucking hell. Peter. He was probably listening in right now. Evey hadn't bothered with the mental blocks she'd put up and maintained for the last year. She felt Peter in her mind, ever since the day she left this penthouse, and his unobtrusive presence was nevertheless marked. He was holding her mess of a mind together. Or.... it had been a mess.
With something to give her focus, she began to quickly rebuild her barriers again. She had to work quietly, a bit at a time, and nothing all together at the same time. No. It would have to be bit by bit, piece by piece, and as she did it, she tucked this conversation away behind each brick. It wouldn't be nearly enough if Peter tried to push into her head, but she hoped it would be enough to keep this conversation from being blatantly obvious.
Her eyes connected with Aidan's. Still, he deserved to know. He probably already knew. "My best friend," she said quietly, unwilling to say the name out loud.