The good thing about being the Mayor, aside from the fact that it meant a vampire puppet did not currently hold the position, was the wonderful networking opportunities that it gave him. Vaughn had been grooming another pack member to take his place in the election after this one. The other werewolf already had a role as a state representative. Some people might consider being Mayor to be a step backward in a political career that involed already being a part of the government as a whole and perhaps it was. However, holding as much way as possible in the city was currently more important. He hoped that they could continue to monopolize the position.
The trouble with working this past week was that he was worried about Therese and wondering what the Legion and his daughter had found. They were all excited about something. Tavi had told him and Antoine that they had a solid lead on this vampire. She had mentioned a friend among the mulo. His daughter had given him that information while squinting at him suspiciously but he had let it pass. Vaughn did not like the thought that she was befriending vampires but she was old enough to make her own decisions. She needed to know when to trust her instincts and he couldn't afford to undermine them. She would be the alpha one day.
What she said was this vampire friend of her's was going to talk to his...clan and ask around. She had heard back from him that the mulo had been successful at finding the correct vampire. Vaughn wanted to know more. Who was this bastard? Why did he torture Therese, was it for fun or did it have a purpose? Most often their kinds simply killed each other when they came in contact, at least that was their belief. Vaughn was glad that Therese remembered what was happening. He wondered if that meant this vampire was not very skilled or if he wanted her to remember. Hopefully Therese could tell him the answer to that question herself very soon.
There was a knock at the door, Vaughn shoved his chair back and hurried to open it. He hoped it was Antoine, or Tavi or a Legionnaire with news. Instead it was a tall, dark haired stranger. Vaughn eyed him for a moment, trying to place a name to his face and found that he couldn't.