As Angel walked silently along the street, she could feel the Nighthawk's gaze linger briefly on her. But she had entered and left Lily's home through the back door and had never appeared on the street. He had merely instinctively followed her retreating figure with his eyes before quickly looking away and continuing to scan the road.
Only after turning the corner and leaving his line of sight did Angel finally breathe a sigh of relief. She hailed a hired carriage and left the area.
Her destination was a private detective agency nearby.
That was right—the "traditional" method was the one Angel had used back in Tingen City: hire a private detective to watch Lily Granger's home and wait for the person sending the threatening letters to show up.
Although the Nighthawk she had encountered earlier was probably doing the same thing, Angel still decided to handle the matter her own way instead of waiting for results from the Nighthawks.
Not far from the Technical College, she found a private detective agency. Borrowing some paper and a pen, she quickly sketched a portrait of the middle-aged man from her divination, noted his hair and eye color, and handed it to the detective who received her.
The price for round-the-clock surveillance was 10 pounds a week, which was rather expensive. But they would likely arrange for two or three people to rotate shifts and ensure someone kept watch twenty-four hours a day, so, as the detective put it, "You get what you pay for."
If they found the target, they would also need to follow him to his hiding place and preferably identify him. That counted as an additional service and would cost extra afterward.
For a moment, Angel almost wanted to ask the detective she knew, Sherlock Moriarty, to handle