"It was very recent," Solomon said with a shrug. There was still a degree of clarity to which Solomon was unused. Being able to see enough to know the cuts and the pain, yes. He could have guessed circumstances from that. But to see the killer, even so vaguely? That was new. He could see that with the rest of the deaths around the city--most likely they were too old.

"Then you ought to be fine." Solomon rose, absently brushing down his clothes. He wasn't a member of the welcome-wagon, after all, and now he knew from where the death had come. A gangbanger wasn't high on his list of people to find interesting.

He smile down at the man, a deprecating smile bordering on innocent. "If you should happen to die again here, rest easy in the knowledge that it's equally impermanent."