Tess snapped the case closed on the round train watch. She held it to her ear to measure its timing and turned the pin one careful twist clock-wise. She listened again for the familiar steady tick tick tick, checking the timing. She’d wager it was perfect now. A slight hiss of steam escaped the engine as she sat parked in the narrow street beside the shop. Of course she knew he’d go see Baudelaire. That’s why she was there, watching, waiting for opportunity. Who else could supply the rare item he sought. She saw him approaching at a good clip and slip into the shop. Tess cranked the steamer and started her up. She waited for his egress and felt a shudder thinking of him.