Wilhelm was quiet for several seconds after completing the readings. His eyes closed, and a look of intense focus on his face as he sorted through all the various images he had received. His mind examined them, searched them, piecing them together with bits and pieces of his own memory. Then everything clicked into place, and he kept his eyes closed for several more seconds to prevent the almost reflexive suspicious glance at Culler. Sometimes a person was simply unfortunate, and jumping to unfounded conclusions was foolish for a Vampire. But still, one simply did not survive the Danse by automatically assuming that every apparent coincidence was simply that.
And he found himself regretting even more that he had not been able to sink his blades into the infuriating biker. And a few more seconds were taken to temper the flames of anger that the realization birthed in him
His eyes opening once more, he turned to face the Prince. "From Lars I can get nothing. However, the helmet was worn as a disguise. The outfit was once worn by someone in physical contact with Keeper Maskelyne in one of the private rooms at Court. The gun was aimed at one of the homeless men present at Mr. Hatori's ill-fated attack on the homeless that allowed Dirge to infiltrate their camp, but the shot I saw missed." A brief pause to let the words sink in, "Deputy MacAntaghee was the only one who drew a firearm during that fight, his first shot missed its mark. The outfit Keeper Maskelyne was wearing in the vision; the same one she wore when Harpy Stamford struck the Kine at Court in June, when the Keeper spoke with the Deputy shortly thereafter in a private room."
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