Guardian Angel The past few days in Nola Mar were far from bright, and evidence of the incessant showers had muddied the city's streets. Ricketts knew that Cooke could be in any alleyway, wagon, prison, or mound of dirt; and there was little he do about that. However, with every day, it was increasingly more obvious that something was amiss. Be it the armed columns in the streets, or the distinct lack of proofing marks on the lockplates of their arms. Something had rocked the boat in this t