[h3]Rudy Rudeanu[/h3]

Rudy stood looking at the ground and merely nodded at the news the grave-keeper delivered. It was clear from his expression the news of nationalists and communists killing each other and being thrown in the same grave together was in no way shocking to him. If anything his not was that of a weary man who could affect little more than weary, but unsurprised, disappointment at such news.

"Someone comes here." Rudy's voice was distracted as he looked around the forested section of the cemetery and began pacing about the grounds, examining the hedges and trees of the forested cemetery that surrounded them there. "There's no vantage point from the street. Nor even the buildings. Whoever did this either knew he was here. Or were already in the cemetery for some reason and were close enough to hear or see him working."

He stood up again looking around again, looking puzzled. "Why start here?" He clearly wasn't talking to either Nicola or the grounds keeper at this point. "If it was just a chance encounter, why keep killing? Why stick to the cemetery and draw attention? The others were vagrants, women, people that wouldn't be missed - this man was employed, on the grounds, and was definitely missed. No other bodies found before this: so what was special about [i]here[/i]?"

Rudy bit his lip and looked up, as though looking up into the canopy of trees might hold some useful clue. He had a look Nicola at least recognized. The look he sometimes got when they were scouting another performer's act, and he'd be puzzling out how they'd engineered a particular show. He usually had ready answers, but when he didn't he often looked like this - staring off blankly as though stuck in some internal loop in his own head.

Eventually he remembered he wasn't alone and looked to the grave digger and affected one of his bright, performer's smiles. "Ah, thank you Herr Totengräber, you've been very helpful. We'll just be taking some notes I think from here."

As the gravedigger departed Rudy watched him go. Leaning in towards Nicola he quietly whispered. "I feel like we're missing something but this old portion of the cemetery is too secluded. No one just happened to be passing through here. They couldn't have spotted him from the street. They had to be in the cemetery, after dark, already. And they've stuck around. They have to know they'll be caught - someone would notice. I don't know... maybe the cemetery has some special significance to them? There's a method to this madness I'm just not fathoming." 

Rudy steepled his fingers against the bridge of his nose and cast his eyes around the dirt again, as though the earth itself might hold some answer. "Our first victim worked here. I doubt [i]all[/i] our victims have just been wandering inside the cemetery after dark. By hook or by crook our killer is bringing at least some of them here: which means [i]someone[/i] nearby must've seen our man on the prowl. We should speak with the others but perhaps that's our next lead."