*Max remains quiet through the conversation, having nothing concrete to add.
What could he say? Someone had killed a member of the Order? That the only lead he had was the assassin knew how to text and wore wet shoes?
No, better to remain silent and let the Judex come to the decision on how to proceed. He wasn't convinced Staley was the attacker, but so much about what had taken place over the last several months was uncertain. Strangers from the city's past, Ghouls kept feed by some unknown benefactor; all it added up to was a pile of uncertainty in the Mekhet's mind.
But, he would do as he was told, whatever the decision. Better Staley die tonight than him...*
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