The cellar was dark but for a single candle flickering in the corner. It was nice and cool down here and she was completely worn out, but sleep would not come for Erika.

The old man, Remy Dubois, snored softly on his cot on the other side of the small room. He had allowed the doctor to stitch his wound without so much as a peep. Volker had been the same only for a different reason.

She’d come to think of the veterinarian now as a doctor. Watching him work, one would never guess ...