[envelope delivered to t. pecker]
precisely one hour after this, a courier is waiting in Pratt Park with
Timothy,
My my, you do have quite a way with words. Sorry I couldn't be here to meet you myself, but that would risk too much- and I'm not keen on playing my hand this early in the game. So for now we must put up with the cloak-and-dagger, at least for just a little while longer. Indulge me that.
If you wish to keep your little Brady Bunch intact, I have something of a favor to ask of you. From what I hear you're quite good at making people think what you want them to, of manipulating things out of them they wouldn't otherwise be so willing to divulge. To be who you are not.
There is a girl I need you to speak with. Her name is Sara Hawthorne. She is..an old acquaintance of mine, someone I knew in another life. And I fear that she has forgotten about me- something which won't do, not at all. I would like you to speak with her, make it known that I am not as gone as she might have thought. I think something official might do the trick, inspire the fear I desire.
You shouldn't need to do more than mention a follower, someone who holds her dear to them, and she should take care of the rest. Tell her I have killed for her, and will do again.
And Timothy? You might do well to make it one of your more convincing performances. I would hate to have to resort to drastic measures, but that little girl of yours..her fair hair would look so lovely streaked with blood.