[ Peter trails them both, running a scenario or two through his head as the woman and Stiles make their decisions and act accordingly. By the time Stiles doubles back, Peter is semi-hidden by a sheltered bus stop down the street. A thin, ghostly blood scent passes by with the car. Or maybe he just imagines it.
'Monique' Conway waits for the elevator in the tiny, spartan, and brightly lit hall, glancing from time to time out into the night through the tall windows. When she goes up, Peter represses a sigh and keeps his ears open. What way is Stiles going down with this? Catch Conway on her way out? Grab the note-writing accomplice, grab the buyer? Take what Conway is carrying for himself? That would be really interesting. ]
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'Monique' Conway waits for the elevator in the tiny, spartan, and brightly lit hall, glancing from time to time out into the night through the tall windows. When she goes up, Peter represses a sigh and keeps his ears open. What way is Stiles going down with this? Catch Conway on her way out? Grab the note-writing accomplice, grab the buyer? Take what Conway is carrying for himself? That would be really interesting. ]