Isabelle Coquette, bodyguard to Galloway Bitsmount, Esquire, didn’t like the look of things. True, it was still early in the afternoon, and it was a bright and warm, early spring day. But to meet somepony in a shadowed alley behind a boarded-up mill, in the lower tiers of Canterlot down near the docks? And for nefarious ends, at that?