Dimitri
The fresh, woody air of the forest mixed with the smell of rotting carrion beside the road.
Evelyn Cross crouched down, a flashlight in her hand. Something Viktor and I didn’t need. We could see perfectly in the dark for miles.
We carefully examined the woman’s body in front of us. Her glassy blue eyes were open, staring into nothing. Her hair was black and short, tangled with branches and leaves caught in the strands.
Probably from trying to flee deeper into the forest.
There was the mark of a bloody bite on the curve of her neck. Punctures so deep they tore much of her throat, making her head hang at an unnatural angle like a rag doll.
"I found the body like this," Viktor said, his voice low and serious. "Judging by the smell, she was probably killed early yesterday morning
