“What did you discover?” Raystin asked as Malfon stepped into the car. “Our assassin is in an apartment complex called the Racer's Gambit. Room six hundred. The killer's name is End of Stars.” “That's certainly a strange name.” Raystin started the vehicle and headed toward the location displayed on his holographic map. “No other information?” “He said he hired the assassin because the Jedi was snooping around.” Raystin looked at Malfon quizzically. “Snooping around? What do you suppose he meant by that?” “I don't know. I had hoped you would,” Malfon muttered. “What did you discover?” “Yes?” “Oh?”