Isfet was tired. Not sleeping well lately. Thankful that today's job didn't require him to hold conversation. He was decent enough at it, but it could be exhausting.
This one was simple enough. Lane was set to meet "Johnny" at the coffee shop soon for some computer troubleshooting. But Johnny wouldn't be showing up. Instead, the vampire lingered in the street nearby, windowshopping just like half the passers-by out there with him. 'Tis the season.
He held a reusable shopping bag in one hand to keep up the appearance, not that he worried much about standing out. It was busy this time of day. Lane on the other hand was easy to spot. Woman in a suit with orange hair, just like she'd said. Just stepped out of the Forolla a few buildings down from the cafe.
Perfect.
He waited until the shop's door closed behind her and crossed the street. As he did, he pulled out the key fob to his own car and got to work. The fob itself was only for appearances, of course. He sent out a soft pulse of energy. The driver side door of the white sedan on his left clicked unlocked. Another pulse. The trunk popped on a minivan across the street. He continued his trial-and-error approach, probably unlocking a quarter of the cars on the block before coming to a stop at Lane's.
He held the fob out like he was just unlocking his own car, and tried a couple more rounds until finally the trunk clicked open. He pulled his phone from his pocket (one of the burners he kept on hand, since his nice one had been fried during the break-in), and shot out a quick text to Lane. He was on his way. No need for her to leave the cafe just yet.
Then he set his shopping bag down, reaching in to pull out another beat-up old cellphone. He switched it on, made sure to enable location settings, and connected it to a powerful little battery pack. He opened the trunk and lifted a corner of the carpet to reveal the small alcove where the emergency car jack was stored. Perfect little hiding spot. He slid the phone in, tucking it against the side so it wouldn't rattle around, and replaced the lining. Easy peasy.
Isfet shut the trunk behind him and picked his bag back up. Made a show of putting his keys away. Just a shopper and his car. He maintained a poker face as he passed by a young man and woman arguing over who left their own car unlocked, but allowed himself a small smirk once he was out of their line of sight.
For once, things were starting to go as planned again. And, even if only for a moment, he felt just a bit less tired.