SAID Kormak. “Yuri hears a scream, and summons the boys to investigate and lo and behold, we find you standing over the corpse of a grey scarf,” said Altman. “What are the chances?” “It’s a yellow scarf and I did not kill him,” said Kormak, stepping away from the body. “He’s not wearing Krugman colours?” Kormak held up his hands to tell the watch men to keep their distance. The watchmen looked at him with annoyance. They did not like being told what to do. “You come closer, Sergeant. Carefully,” Kormak said. Altman looked at him suspiciously, as if he half expected Kormak to attack him. “Take a look at these,” Kormak said. “I don’t want a crowd messing them up.” The Sergeant came closer and he shone a lamp on the body and he noticed the tracks Kormak indicated too. His face went white. Some of the watchmen backed away, muttering prayers to the Holy Sun. “What in the name of the Shadow is doing this?” Altman asked. “You’ve seen something like this before?”
