“Is that what you were thinking, that she may have been abducted?” asked Antonescu.
“Weren't you?”
“Well, Miss Bailey, the thought had crossed my mind, but also I have to consider the possibility that Christina has, for some reason, absented herself from Bucharest and from her employment for other, private motives of her own.”
“Wait a minute though. Look at this,” Dexter pointed to a small paragraph on one of the papers he'd been reading. “She did underline a small section here that tells of the disappearance of two children from a farm not far from the village of Auschstadt. That's where one of the so-called vampire murders took place last year. She took me there, and I can tell you now that it's one hell of a remote and forlorn place. In fact, it could be described as being little mor
