Chapter 32
"Fair enough, Igor," Leo said. He matched the older man's fast pace along the deserted street. "I'll play along. I see a woman who wasn't young and who'd had a terrible shock when her only child died. She died herself, maybe a heart attack, maybe after a bad dream or something. That's what I see. What's your version?"
"When Elena was your age," Igor said, "Maybe a little younger, times were difficult here. All of Romania suffered, as did other Soviet Bloc countries. The trouble was worse in the mountains. Many starved and died, same as everywhere, but we were unable to keep up with the dead. The burials were too fast. A problem we thought dealt with long ago returned to us, and many more died because of that."
Leo closed his eyes and shook his head, trying to keep his temper
