Coalteque carefully tore the poster out of her copy of the Lantern the next morning. Tossing the rest of the paper when she was finished, she studied the likeness for a few more minutes before placing it on the top of her current pile of incident reports. As the day went on she would refer back to it on occasion until the face was burned into her memory.
"We'll find him, Miss Altair." she thought to herself.
"We'll find him, Miss Altair." she thought to herself.




