Angel Granger, Back from the Dead?

Early Monday morning, beneath Saint Samuel Cathedral in Backlund North Borough.

His black hair slightly disheveled and his coat thrown loosely over his shoulders, Leonard Mitchell clutched a document envelope and slipped furtively into the Nighthawks' duty office.

The person he was looking for, Daly Simone, wore the same black robe she almost always did. She had not yet put on her eyeshadow or blush, and her pale, almost sickly skin looked drawn as she yawned again and again.

The other Nighthawks of the Sleepless Pathway had already left, leaving Daly alone. Leonard locked the door behind him, sat on the soft sofa, and tossed the envelope onto the table.

"An unmarried man and woman locking themselves in an office together? Give it half a day, and the rumors will spread all over Backlund."

Daly glanced at him, coolly pointing out the impropriety of what he had done.

"Never mind that, Ms. Daly. The letters from the Nighthawks in Desi County and Enmat Harbor have arrived."

He pointed to the envelope on the table. Without waiting for her reply, he opened it and shook out two sheets of drawing paper.

Daly stopped teasing him and came closer. She picked up one sheet, scanned it quickly, and frowned.

"This is a portrait of 'Irene Watson' from Police Chief Duller's memory, drawn by your former colleague Bell Clement inside his dream after his transfer to Enmat Harbor. The other came from the Red Gloves on assignment in Desi Bay. They found Mrs. Wallis, who had seen Irene, and used Spirit Channeling to reconstruct her appearance."

As Leonard explained, he spread out the other portrait in his hand.

It depicted a young woman with smooth, long hair falling behind her shoulders, perfectly proportioned, sculpted features, an elegant curve to her chin, and slightly