“You were right,” Tupperman said finally, just when Kara thought he wouldn’t confide in her. “I am a cop.”
“In the east?”
“New Gotham.” He paused. “Special Operations.”
Kara nodded. She could believe that he’d be good at collecting secrets and passing unobserved. That explained his pseudoskin, his laze, and possibly his trip west. “I assume you have a specialty.”
He nodded and looked out the window at the night. His confession was low. “I gather intelligence for the Watchful Host.”
Kara was so startled that the Jeep swerved a bit. “You’re in alliance with the fallen angels?” she demanded. “You’re kidding me.”
Tupperman shook his head.
He is one of them…
He is one of them…Kara remembered the note left for her and understood its message better. Tupperman was associated with the Watch
