"We're not out to end everyone," Sevinc says. "Just pluck out a few weeds. Also, they'll think it was us, and we don't need the extra heat right now."
"Corliss won't be attending the exhibition tonight," Ward says. "She might have already told you. I used to participate in those circles before I left the Camarilla. I know she can't stand Alisha's bullshit excuse for art."
"Boss?" Hauberk interrupts. The Feral looks nervous. He's scratching at his face hard enough to leave marks. "Something's wrong."
A sharp crack echoes through the night and Hauberk's body jerks and falls flat on the asphalt. He growls and skitters to his feet as Ward and Sevinc take cover behind the nearest garage, backs to its cinder block walls. The Banu Haqim's dogs tense beside her, ready to attack at her command.