This close to the lake, he thinks, no blood might not mean much. The water eases back and forth over the shoreline all the time -- it'd be easy to wash the blood clean.

But if some tracks are stil intact, maybe it hasn't been that long.

And did she say --

"Thoat tracks?" He looks up, shock and worry parting under the sharpness of his gaze. If she's surprised to see them, and there's only one other Barsoomian who could've brought some kind of native Martian animal to Milliways -- "Does Tars keep any here?"

If Tars did anything to Edgar, Curtis will fucking end him.