We have found him at last, sire. This "Lalo" is not his true name at all—the culprit is not other than Count Eduardo Sanvelli, your own cousin. Strange that such a small and slender man could be one of the Crow's finest assassins. It cost twelve of my finest men before we were finally able to corner him in the abbey, and even then he almost escaped us. He would have slipped into the shadows had not one of my archers pinned him to the wall with her arrow. It was a fine shot, and had she not left the man’s other hand free to cut his own throat I'd pin a medal on her.