"Where is that bastard? I'm going to kill him!" Rodolf stormed up beside me and roared as he swept his gaze across the ruined street below.
I'd seen my share of obsessive siblings, but a niece-con was a new brand of weird even for me. I forced down a grimace and shrugged. "I lied to get you up here."
Rodolf froze mid-turn, puzzled. "Huh?"
"Look." I pointed off the rooftop toward the wreckage below.
He stared. "What… happened here?"
"Explosion," I said. "Must've gone off tonight—loud enough to drown the fireworks."
He frowned. "Yeah, there were fireworks, so I thought—didn't really pay attention."
This wasn't fireworks clearly. The way the stone was pitted and the smell crawling on the breeze said something far uglier had gone off. "This isn't normal. You've got that ridiculous nose of yours—can you pick up anyone familiar?" I asked.
