Kris glanced at the message when he passed the Monte Carlo, reading it as crowds of people passed by. He glanced around, not spotting anyone or anything that might be interested in the text before responding.

Call or meet up? he sent before pocketing the cell once again.

He sat on one of the nearby planters, glancing about as if looking for someone. That tended to remove any suspicion from Vegas Strip wanderers and shoppers. It was still early enough that people weren't completely drunk, but still sober to think things through.

While the Hunter sat, watched, and waited for a response, he vaguely wondered what happened to Zechariah before shrugging off any worry. He was a dhampire, he could take many things before Kris would have to worry about him.