Jean-Claude
Lucian had quickly given up on finding Jason's Jean-Claude, figuring that whenever this place wanted them to meet, they would. Clearly before had been the right time.
Now, however, seemed to be the good time, since the scent suddenly hit his nostrils. Vampire, mixed with Jason's lingering smell underneath the primary, cold one. This had to be the right trail, and he followed it to a house on which door he knocked.