Chapter Twenty-Five
“The tale that needs to be told is remarkably twisted,” I said. “To begin to untangle the murderous mess, we need to go back to another time, long before the Big Top came to Navy Pier; over three years ago. To another place, Cape Girardeau, Missouri; the north boundary of the southern circuit for circus entertainment. Back to the last days of the small, now defunct, Kessler Traveling Circus.”
The chauffeur shot a quick hard glance in Alida's direction. “You see,” I said. “Rudy knows the name.” The acrobat didn't see the look or pretended not to. She continued to stare a hole through me. “So does Alida but she's keeping it to herself.”
“Well I don't,” Wenders growled. “So fill me in.”
“The Kessler Traveling Circus is a name lost now to history. But once, for a short
