In the shadows across the street, someone was watching. As Adrian opened the door to help Hermione outside, the watcher saw the hickies that covered her throat. He wondered if she was the replacement for Diggory. Nott’s tastes were certainly eclectic. His boss would want to know about this new development. He snuffed out his cigarette and left to find a payphone to report in as soon as the town car was gone from in front of the closed club.