Running up that Hill
Hollywood wasn't a usual haunt. Hell he'd prefer the downtown core to anything the hills had to offer him, except of course if it was information regarding Brooke. Then it wouldn't matter where he had to go, he'd do anything to get it. He'd put the word out, hoping that someone - anyone would be able to answer the questions he had about Brooklyn or at the very least give him a direction in which to start. Sure it had been a couple years, but this wasn't just some random stranger he'd met on the subway somewhere. This was the his sire he was talking about. He'd chase down whatever leads he could find himself with.
At least he'd have that to accompany him throughout eternity.
The last contact he'd had with his Nosferatu acquaintance had been an encrypted email detailing him to go to the Ground O internet cafe in the heart of the Hollywood district and find their usual computer from there he could use the password he'd been provided to pull off the files pertaining to his sire. That had been more than enough motivation to get him into the district and he made his way slowly towards the cafe unsure of what to expect.
Once inside Allistair found it surprisingly more busy than he had expected it to be, crawling with both mortal and kindred alike. There were a few faces he didn't recognize (not that surprising after all) and he simply kept to himself as he headed towards the only free computer off to the west side of the building. Might as well start somewhere.