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questioned the
closed-mouthed circus folks and carnies. And each time they left empty-handed.
Whoever was behind the crimes had to be admired for their efficiency,
intelligence, and self- preservation.
    The trail of thefts was minor compared to the
sinister killings that followed the circus across the country. It became more
apparent each day that either there was a killer among them, or the monster was
a circus follower. Either way, she had to find a way to end his reign of
senseless killing.
    There might even be more than one killer in their
ranks. Each time they visited a city the newspapers heralded alarm about a
vampire in the area. Young, beautiful woman were bitten in the neck, drained of
blood and left to die slow agonizing deaths or were outright slaughtered. The
reporters in all their drama called the perpetrator a nefarious neckaholic and suggested it was either a vrykolakas , vampire, or a lycanthrope, werewolf to
blame. Now, tigers had joined the list. They’d called gentle Candy a crazed
killer. There was some mention of the Feds being brought in. She didn’t care if
they brought in the military. She just wanted the killing to stop.
    Tigra touched her lips. Could a vampire or werewolf
live and work among them? She recalled the eerie feeling of being followed
earlier. No…no a demon traveling with the circus was too ridiculous, wasn’t it? What about my own secret ? No,
anything was possible. I’ll have to stay alert and wear a cross and carry a sharp stake . Or was that method of killing
a vampire an old wives’ tale? She touched the silver cross Grandy had given to
her for her thirteenth birthday. Tomorrow she’d start carrying a stake as well
on her runs.
    She shook off her uneasiness. The circus was never
totally silent and she felt warmed by the friendly sounds of animals moving
about and their familiar grunts, whinnies, and growls.
    Her boss often said her humanness and gentle nature
interfered with her toughness, a toughness needed in her line of work. She
needed extra strength and fortitude to find a way to shield her circus family
from the evil circling around them like vultures.
    She rounded the line of rigs and spied caravan
thirteen, Rolo’s place. With him in the hospital in L.A. why were all the
lights on? She frowned. Something was awry.
    It was too late to bother the boss. Maybe Coleman left a message on my cell .
She headed for her caravan, grabbed her unit off the table, and checked it. She
hadn’t taken her cell into the hills; the rolling mounds blocked the signal and
rendered the unit useless. She pressed play.
    “I have a surprise for you,” Coleman said. “It’ll
arrive at your office in the morning.”
    She frowned. Her boss’s surprises usually included
something to make more work for her or upped the danger of her act. Maybe he’d
found a replacement for Candy. He’d been trying to acquire a Siberian male, the
world’s largest cat. Well, she’d worry about that in the morning. Right now she
had other plans. She was about to leave, when she heard a rustling on the other
side of the open window. She grabbed a hunting knife and slid it into her leg
holster. “Lurk around at your own risk,” she said loud enough for any peeping
tom outside to hear. Whoever he was, she wasn’t letting him scare her off. She
had things to do before retiring.
    ****
    Skull returned to the circus grounds behind Tigra
and lurked outside her window for a few minutes, hoping to see her undress. He
could have connected with her in the wilds, but an inner wisdom had told him to
hold off. It could have been a rapturous encounter there in the picturesque
rolling hills. Or he could have dragged her to one of the nearby caves and
taken her in darkness.
    No, with her, he wouldn’t hurry it; anticipation was
part of the thrill. In a day or two, he would choose his next victim, create a
telepathic bond, and use his mesmerizing power of hypnotism to go into the very
soul of the poor helpless creature. He