The teacher arrived at eleven.
The meeting point was a private room in a building in the Pale Court area — not supernatural-registered, not marked, the kind of room that could be rented by the hour for any purpose and asked no questions about which purpose. The teacher came in carrying a folder and the particular energy of someone who had been waiting to hand something over. She set the folder on the table between them.
"This is everything," she said. "The drawing photos — both angles. The registration form copy. The dates."
Seska opened the folder without urgency. She went through the contents in order: the photograph of the drawing first, the full image, then the angled shot that showed the proportions of the third figure more clearly. She set them side by side.
"The boy drew this hi
