“Something like that,” Rain said. “The vicious anger is a running theme. Anger at the criminals, anger at her ex. She drank. She seems to avoid it now, which I find a bit surprising.”

“How was she with her child?” Sveta asked.

Rain resumed the video, then skipped forward and backward a bit, looking.

It was a point we’d paused the video before, when the guy with the overloaded pack had interrupted. The woman with the canary feather boa looming over ‘Parker’. With the scene, someone’s voice from the background was represented on screen with the subtitles. ‘…don’t want to step into the ring here, Colt honey.’

As the word ‘Colt’ came through the earbud, it was auto-changed to Parker on the screen, in the subtitles. Colt was the kid from Cedar Point who had been roped into joining Prancer’s group as a henchman. She’d apparently been there when Kenzie’s place had been raided and Natalie had been hurt.

Rain seemed to want the image to stand for itself. Our painted-over picture showed Love Lost leaning forward, staring down Colt. No words, only intimidation.

“Angry?” I suggested.

“Messy, I guess,” Rain said. “Does it matter how she was with her kid? Because I think she loved her child with all her being. Doesn’t that count for something?”

Sveta frowned. “I’m so tired of dealing with parents like K’s, Vic’s, and now this mess.”

“I can’t really comment,” Rain’s voice had dropped, almost like he was falling away, but his gaze was intently fixed on the face on the screen. “Nobody deserves to go through what she went through. What she’s going through, every minute of every day. She’s carrying that now, while she’s dealing with, uh, Parker.”

“Do you need to sit this one out?” I asked.

“Before, I had pretty strong feelings, but I could think about the big picture. Now that I’m closer, the feelings are bigger, and I think the feelings are winning. Ask me again later?”

I nodded.

That didn’t make the situation any easier. If Rain sat this one out, then we had Sveta and I as part of this group, and Swansong, Capricorn, and Lookout as part of the other group.

Love Lost had more capes than that, and she was entrenched in this area. This was her turf.

We could call others in, but they would face the same problem we did. There weren’t any good places for capes to lurk. Set up too far away, and response times would suffer. Get too close, and they could be spotted.

I had my phone. It wasn’t camouflaged like the feed on the laptop was, but I was reasonably sure that whatever I browsed would be dismissed as idle reading, provided I scrolled past images quickly enough.

I sent a message to Advance Guard. They had some people with mobility who could swoop in.