The man with the helmet was utterly confused by that souvenir shop.

First the swaggering man who’d beaten up a decent chunk of the LeSauvage mob by himself. Then the beekeeper guy who’d gone shopping. Now this elderly woman who seemed to be wandering around randomly for hours. All apparently living in that one shuttered shop together.

The situation was odd enough that he almost believed someone had set it up to distract him from his mission. Even if that was untrue, it was distracting him.

He was growing obsessed.

The mystery had to end.

He approached the old woman.