“I don’t understand. Why don’t you start at when you joined Blackstar and tell me everything you know about him.” She looked a little surprised that I knew the name. As if I hadn’t been paying attention to the people trying to kill me.
“I joined late last year…” she began, and rambled for nearly an hour before she got to the attack in Durham. It was an interesting look into Blackstar history. Unfortunately, she had only been with him for about six months. She went through their old hideouts, activities in the past and all the warlocks, but she didn’t mention Shroud—so I brought it up.
“Tell me about Shroud,” I said. She looked at me with a confused expression. “Purple robe, face cloaked in shadow, doesn’t speak much.”
“Oh, The Blackface.” She said. I saw the fear on her face dial up a n
