Chariot.

They'd had one Jezebel under their control, who's to say they didn't have more, forced to produce these smudges?

I flicked a sweaty lock out of my eyes. "What do you want?"

"For you to live a long and happy life running your detective agency. Full stop."

"I really hate being told what to do." I cracked my knuckles. "I defeated your smudges and you're a lot less imposing than they are."

"Yes, you obviously have the goods, interesting ...