Bird Trap

Cold Petersburg. The dreary creak of bus doors. Forty-two stops. Passengers come and go. A rhythmic and endless cycle. And no one cares about the girl sitting in the back seat, leaning against the window. She is motionless. She is dead. Later, the forensic expert tersely states: the girl was killed by a professional. Cold-bloodedly and accurately, he plunged a knife into her body, causing instant death. And no clues. Just questions. And the gusty wind from the Neva, wandering through the damp quarters and bringing a deadly melancholy….