Trafika Europe 2 - Polish Nocturne

“The police are on his trail, but because of the investigation they can’t disclose any more. Nor can I. And you of course want to keep your own secret—the secret room.” I could see that Bruun was seething, but I didn’t care. Even if I didn’t get a job reference, the important thing was that I got my final paycheck. I told him I’d be gone at the end of the shift. As the afternoon wore on, the crowds in the store became unbearable. Merja left after the morning shift, but Petri was doing a long day. Later, after closing time, I saw Petri waving at me from an escalator heading to the ground floor. I set off after him as fast as my fat suit permitted. Most of the staff had already left the store; only the cashiers remained counting their sales. Petri entered a door that read, Employees Only , and beckoned me to follow him. His face was pale, his eyes red, and his skin peeling. “I got a message from Jansson that the debt’s been paid. I can’t believe it. Are the police really going to get him without dragging us into it? Will we get off scot-free?”

“Let’s try our best.”

“Why did you do this? Weren’t you supposed to rat on us to Bruun?”

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