Winter has come to New York, and with it, a blizzard. Ezekiel Lennox, being deterred by neither wind nor snow, has set himself to the task of clearing out the corpses from a commercial zone. He wants to put on an ice fair.
"The text said they were in one of the rich apartment places downtown."
"Gasoline might still work. Plenty of cars."
"How many cars still running? Far fewer. Perhaps... Say, Winona, aren't you in contact with a group of boys who managed to run a cargo ship up and down the Hudson? Rich apartment places are probably close to the water. If you can arrange for them to be hauling something unpleasantly smelly like coal tar, and then run aground or have an oil spill... It'd make excellent cover. If it's not waterfront, a truck convoy of compost or something."
"That might actually work. My son could probably convince them to assist us. Might cost us, but we can afford it."
"Of course. The wolves and punkers haven't even turned off any of their phones' microphones. They took Miss Woods' away but it's still transmitting."
They get to planning.
"Yeah. We need you to run aground."
"We need to rescue a hostage from some wolves. They smell really good so oil might cover our tracks." He takes out a map. "Here."
"Human or vampire?"
"I think I'll handle bodyguarding. Because Tabby might've heard that."
Meanwhile, Angie is getting impatient.
"I guess they can't decide whether it's better to abandon me to the wolves or lose control of vampireness."
"Maybe he hasn't gotten the text yet?"
To be fair to Joey, he's not all that familiar with digital communication. He's imagining sometching like post.
(They've been stupid about phones this long, she won't give it away.)