"I have. Is it you?"
"Me? No. I told you, I left your city. I have no interest in staying where I'm not welcome." He pulled out a cigarette, lit it. "But someone else does. Someone who's very interested in what you are and what you're doing here."
"Who?"
"That's the question, isn't it?" He exhaled smoke. "I've picked up whispers. Talk about a fallen angel operating in the city, making waves in supernatural circles. Some of those whispers have reached ears that make even me nervous."
"Whose ears?"
"Have you heard of the Covenant?" At my blank look, he continued. "No, of course not. You're too new to this world. The Covenant is an organization – very old, very secretive – that monitors supernatural activity. They're particularly interested in celestial beings. Angels, demons, anything that crosses between realms."
"And they know about me?"
