When the older, eccentric wealthy Italian approached Paris, through the crowd of sweaty gyrating bodies that filled the club floor, claiming he overheard Paris’ queries and thought he might be able to help, Paris was more than a little dubious at first. However, the man’s easy-going mannerisms soon put Paris at ease. He introduced himself as Ben Meadows-Ferro, and Paris gave his name and shook the man’s hand.
The next thing Paris knows the two of them are sitting at a booth on the club’s upper level overlooking the dance floor, and Paris is giving Ben descriptions of the men he is looking for. Moments later Ben hands Paris some kind of small handheld device with a lit-up screen full of pictures. At Paris’ confused expression Ben explains he is looking at the facebook page for the bar, which regularly posts crowd pictures. Sifting through the extensive gallery takes some time but Paris eventually finds some pictures with strange, blurry forms dancing with other patrons. Most mortals would probably assume it was a trick of the light, but Paris knows better.
Paris points out the blurry form to Ben, “That has to be them,” he says. “But how does this help me find them?”
Ben smiles knowingly and taking back the phone uses a facial recognition ap to match up the pictures of some of the young people dancing with the vampiric blurs with pictures from the young womens’ profiles. Many of them turn out to be missing. One, though, seems to have ended up a local emergency clinic a few blocks away. Paris shakes the man’s hand gives him his number saying, in his proper English accent, “Thank you for the help. Give me a call if there is ever anything I can do in return. You seem an interesting bloke, it’s a pity I cannot stay longer. I do hope we shall meet again.”
((Still need another guest star, perhaps there is someone else with additional information, or someone who notices Paris strange behavior and follows him to see what he's up to.))