Chapter Fifteen
Rurik
Kosice, Slovakia
Blood dripped from the corners of the dog trailer. Rivulets trickled down the ramp, covering the grass in a spreading stain. The odor of death hung in the air like a foul mist.
Half the circus members—performers, roustabouts, and almost forty others—stood in a loose circle around the vehicle. The lights of Mestsky Park angled through branches, the dappled beams twisting across faces, revealing expressions of shock and rage.
For the first time, Rurik didn’t hesitate, going straight up to every onlooker and questioning them. And for once, the horror on their faces wasn’t because of him.
After an hour of canvassing witnesses, he still hadn’t found anyone who’d seen the killer.
“When you heard the barking, did you look outside?” he said to Miriam,
