Eventually the circus was completely empty. All that was left was the performers and a dead body. One of them had already called the police and they came as soon as they could. They got a body bag for the dead man and they took him away for an autopsy.
Jean just sat by the tent and she had a few barrels of strong wine. She hoped that the alcohol would make her feel better but if anything it just made her feel worse. But then Boris went to her foot. He had another barrel of wine for her.
"You now Jean you shouldn't drink," said Boris. "My Father lost everything to that cursed drink."
"Boris I'm not in the mood," replied Jean. "I just want my drink Ok."
"Ok Miss."
Jean then grabbed the barrel and she quickly drank their contents. She then put it on the floor. She cried a little.
"What's wrong?"
"I could have stopped it Boris."
"This wasn't your fault. You had no way of knowing who the killer was. There was nothing you could have done."

Will Jean cheer up?