Db 11

Headache... this case is pointless - they expect us to be able to do something n o w? In a dim room, behind a desk. Late. An open folder. Lost in thought. Rubbing his face, frowning. The files before him. A photo. "She was young..." he said in a quiet voice. "Zanen". Satō had had a peek of the file. "I am going. Meet you later at the usual?" and the man at the desk uttered something somehow understandable as "yes". He left. Files.... these files... . The agent behind his desk grasped his head as trying to grasp what had just happened. After sitting like that for half an hour he quietly stood up, took his revolver from one of the drawers of his desk, checked - it was loaded. 2 rounds. Left. The bar was noisy as usual. The alley behind it quiet as usual. He did not doubt ... he followed me there, one round was enough. Behind his desk again, scribbling down a note. An explenation to the boss. Then the second round. Silence.

Thanks to Vero, who sometimes comes home late