Chapter Eight
With the shoes on my beloved Jaguar repaired, I went back to the circus. I hoped, with Alfonso's help, to talk to the performers I'd been unable to interview the night before. I hoped we'd discover which circus employee, if any, was our drowned man. And, if any luck was to be had, I hoped we'd decipher the meaning of Lisa's cryptic clue, 'The canary didn't die when she fell from the sky.'
I met Olive as expected, at the entrance lining up his ticket booth for the day, making ready to open. Between bits of business, he chomped massive bites from his breakfast of champions; the sandwich that had given him his name. He returned my stare, chewing olives and cheese, trying to recall where he'd seen me before. I stepped up, mentioned Alfonso's name and, like magic, found myself i
