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"You've never seen Knowles before," Lettow says. He sounds frustrated. "Dove, go back. Who was that shadow?"

You watch it again, but the shadow is just a blur of formless motion.

"An impressive disguise," Lettow says thoughtfully, freeze-framing on the blur. The assassin doesn't even move fast at first—there's just nothing there but a smear. "Almost as impressive as this rooftop. And what happened to the Nosferatu? Did he escape?" He rolls the video back and forth, trying to get a better view of the wight. Then he seems to remember you. He reaches into a bag at his feet and hands you a manila envelope, then goes back to scrolling around.

A thousand dollars in twenties. Your job is done.

You know the answer to Lettow's question, of course. The Eagle Prince's gaze wanders again. He looks east, over the skyline of Tucson.