In the darkness Hassad raised a hand and pointed to the modest walled home of a patrician setting underneath the plumage of large poplar trees. The house sat between two narrow streets. Ominous looking streets, currently barren of traffic, filled with shadows and dark places where spies could hide in secrecy. On either side of the home, larger walled estates sat in the darkness. Both were brightly lit and gaily raucous in the amount noise drifting over their walls. They heard musicians, laughter, and a number of different voices in avid conversations drifting down the dark streets. But the house of Felix Graccius was as dark as an Egyptian tomb and just as silent.
"You are sure our quarry is within?" Decimus whispered softly, leaning closer to the thin figure of Hassad.
"I found him here
