Swamped

"I think it would be worth investigating the Grove when you have a free moment," you say. "It's a historical monument not far from the council hall. A gathering of trees."

"Am I looking for anything in particular?" Crow asks.

"Activists. The Grove is where the people of this town planned their stand against a military occupation some years ago. So activists of all stripes like to use it as a meeting ground. It's large enough to have several groups meeting at once, and the trees provide a measure of privacy. I think somebody might be planning to get help from a group like that... maybe more than one, actually." You don't know for sure that the book about the mountain people is the only one.

"Is anyone even going to be there at this hour?"

"Some of the more radical groups might," you muse. "Of course, that makes it an easy place for authorities to find them if they're actually looking, but the symbolism of the Grove is a powerful lure. But really, it's more like something I think is worth looking into when things calm down a little."

"Good luck with that happening," Crow grumbles. "Anyhow, I think it'd be best for me to find Minnie another mask. Don't suppose you have any ideas?"

As he asks, a different conversation comes more starkly into view. You're talking to somebody else with a mask...

"About time I got this damn thing back. Now, let's talk about the rest of our bargain, Long. I risked a lot selling out to you, so your info better pay off real big."

The image is a bit hard to focus on. But they've got a distinctive wound, which could help with identifying them.