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Y'know, one thing I don't miss is all the barn fires back home. They didn't happen often, but when they did, they were a right pain in the ass.

three days before there's a homicide that matches his MO. Especially around where a murder occurred."

"Imagine how I feel. Trynna make art outta killin', and startin' in my town no less."

Holliday shook her head as she shoved her hands into her pockets to keep warm.

"Found crows they've tagged, not necessarily his crows. But I have noticed that there's an influx of crow sightin's in the city 》

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"I'll owe you big time Ivy, 'preciate you greatly. Anything I can do for ya as thanks in the meantime?"

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"Uses them to kill."

Holliday side-eyed Silver at the remark of being out of her field, but let it by otherwise.

"The Troubadour has the power to control crows. Uses them to spy, transforms into them to fly away,"

Holliday paused to take a deeper drag of her smoke, holding it, then breathing out of her nose. 》

"Not pigeons," Holliday says, filling the paper with tobacco colling it tight, and licking the edge to seal it and offer it to Silver to take instead.

"Crows. Some days hundreds more than the day before. Sometimes thousands. Sometimes more."

"Found out there's this urban bird watching club,"

Holliday stuck the cigarette between her lips to hold, took a quick, shallow puff, then put away her journal to start fetching a tobacco bag and rolling papers from her pockets.

"They count the number of birds in the city and what kind, all that."

"Nah, I think I'm on to somethin' here."

Without glancing at Silver, Holliday took the cigarette from her lips and held it out to the bounty hunter.

"Forgot my light though."

Letting a hand rolled cigarette hang from her lips as she's circling things in her notebook and looking around at street signs

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"Ya got a good heart Ivy, somethin' rare to find in this city.

Might be useful at some point, but not sure if I need it right now. Don't even know which of the boroughs he's decided to hide in, ya know?"

"Yeah, that's the one. 'Preciate you bein' the first person not to tell me to give up the search."

Holliday crossed her arms before looking off to the side to think.

"... couldn't pay ya much, but I could at least pay ya for that, but my guess is he went deep undercover."

"Well, I'd pay you for any info ya may have on the Troubadour that aren't in my notes, but failing that I got nothin' for ya.

Could hire you out in Macomb after I'm done here and if you get a taste for the country life, though."

"...

Yes? Ivy? Can I help ya?"

"My first marriage ended 'cause he said I was married to my job more than him if that gives y'all an idea."

"So there's just hardly any danger in the acts any more."

Holliday shook her while clicking her tongue against the back of her teeth.

"That'd be like doin' trick shots but also the bullets are blanks, just ain't right."

"Yeah, happy valentine's day to all of you celebratin'. If you excuse me though, I'mma finish my cup of coffee and get on with more important things."

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"That- alright, yeah, fair point there."

"Yeah, but if we break it down to be all simple like that, then you could say a theater is a circus, y'know?"

"So, what, they just got folks in costumes and muscle shirts? That ain't right, feel like the whole point of those shows is people seeing all the different shapes and sizes that folk come in."

Holliday clicked her tongue and shook her head.

"Well, they got animal shows at least?"

Tucking the newspaper under her arm, Holliday bit the inside of her cheek as she tried to think of a vague but satisfying answer.

"... Looking for someone who blew through my town some time ago. Hear tell he was here. Decided to come and see for myself."

"I'm a sheriff from a small town in central Illinois, I get 'sir'ed far more than I get 'miss'ed. Don't fret nothin' over it."

Holliday shifted some coins around in the palm of her hand before plucking a nickle out.

"Keep the change and take care of yerself, you hear?"