Hours later—it was the middle of the night—I woke up. Anja was sleeping beside me,
calm and content. I couldn't get back to sleep. In my study, I took another look at those photos.
Something about the images had been bothering me.
Those name tags on the serving platters of those girls...
Why did Sofia have a name tag, too? She hadn't been scheduled to have her flesh served up in the first place.

And then I found Anja’s ID badge.
CSAU 33?
Celantan Special Agency Unit 33?
An agency for the regulation and documentation of cannibalism?
Do they operate internationally?

It’s time to question Anja about this, and I want to know more about her father, Egon Mars.
I should also plan a visit to see Tom Wasar.
Something isn't right here.
For all my passion for fine—and forbidden—food, I don't like mysteries.