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My conversation with Peter Black left me more than confused. He didn't seem like the mastermind I had assumed he was, made me wonder just how poor my sleuthing had been. Still, why the question about Wensem? It would be a good ploy: pretend to be the kindly old man to throw investigators off the trail, but that sort of thing only happens in monochrome serials.
August's death didn't help ease the confusion. If Black wasn't our guy, then the trail pointed to Robby Wilem; but if Black was to be believed, Wilem wasn't in the city. So why was August dead? He had been another victim. Another target of the umbra and her straight razor. I wondered how she fit in with all of this. Was she the mastermind? I knew next to nothing about her.
Pulling up my collar and screwing down my cap, I p
