"Who?"
"I don't know yet. I'm running a scan, but nothing has come up yet." He disappeared briefly as he scooted from one screen to another. "I just sent you a picture. It's a woman, so it might be Genevieve Sands."
"How long ago did she actually leave?"
He hesitated. "Just going out through a side door now."
"Let me know the minute anyone else enters or exits. And thanks, Stane."
"No probs."
As I hung up, my phone chimed, telling me a message had been received. I pulled up the pic, then glanced at Azriel. "You want to take us there?"
He nodded and did so, depositing us again in the side parking lot near all the shrubs. I swung around, but didn't immediately see anyone matching the image on the phone. Then I spotted the tail end of a white overcoat disappearing around the Hoddle Street corner and raced after her.
As I ran into Hoddle Street, I spotted her. Like the woman in the photo, she was tall and thin, with short dark hair and a long, almost manly walk. She also was twenty yards away and heading briskly for a taxi.
"Miss Sands?" I had to yell to be heard over the roar of passing traffic. "Can I talk to you?"
Thankfully, she paused and looked over her shoulder, a frown marring her pale, lightly lined features. I'd expected Genevieve Sands to be a much older woman, for some reason, but she looked to be in her midforties, if that. "Do I know you?"
I slowed to a walk, dug my badge out of my handbag, and showed it just long enough for her to see the badge but not read the finer print that said I was vamp council rather than anything more official.
"I need to ask you a couple of questions."
She frowned, her amber gaze skating my length briefly before rising to mine. I had the feeling that I'd been found wanting—and it oddly reminded me of Lauren Macintyre's initial response to my presence.
"In regard to what?" She looked down the length of her long, Roman nose at me, her voice cool and collected.