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Selwyn d’Alessi didn’t often get angry. Or even frustrated. And surprised? Even rarer.Â
Yet, she felt the beginnings of her temper unravel as she stalked along the streets of Asphodel, her mind flipping through the thoughts of the residents inside its buildings. It wasn’t very often that she used her gifts for tracking — telepathy was her secondary gift, after all, and it simply took much too energy when technology could do as good of a job.Â
But this was different. Different, because Teddy had been shot, with no eyewitnesses nor street cameras nearby. The only image they had to go off of was the brief glance at the perpetrator that he had gotten, which he had given to her telepathically. She knew it was no different than searching for a needle in a haystack, trying to match his memory with a face seen by the minds around her, but she had to at least try. Because despite her general annoyance with all things Theodore Clairmont, he was an agent under her supervision, and she looked after her own.Â
It was outside the Voodoo that the face registered — a man in his 30s, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was good at keeping a low profile, wearing plain clothes and drinking the beer on tap, very much the quintessential small town resident. He was only noticed by the bartender’s mind, and only taken at a professional interest. But it was the same face that had aimed a gun at two Magistrate agents, and Selwyn was all too happy to wait outside in the alley adjacent to the bar, hearing the man’s intent to meet his friends at that location.Â
