"Let's go, then," Escobar said. He drew his wand and his portkey and ported to Diagon Alley.
"Well, the good thing in it," Edward said, "that if they're still moving, so was, presumably the wounded person. And since there are no bodies, I refuse to presume Brian is dead."
Escobar found his way to Edward and Jack. "Do please keep from presuming anyone is dead with that little bit of blood. Let me see it. If there's anyone here who knows blood, it would be the vampire, would it not?" He went over and examined the blood and tasted it. "Very fresh. Very male. Human. Werewolf is disgusting, actually. It's not from a deep vein. There's not enough oxygen to it."
He started following the trail. "He's running. "I don't know if he's running from the werewolf or running to chase him. Its hard to tell." He kept following the trail and then quickly stopped and doubled back.
"Definitely Brian. Look. The blood trail doubles back. And...goes...where does it go?" He looked closer, looking to find where the trail suddenly disappeared to.
"Here," Edward said, pointing to the top of a fence.
"What?" Escobar frowned. "What self respecting wizard jumps a fence when he can apparate?"
"One who's running," Edward said dryly. Escobar rolled his eyes at Edward.