young miss her manners. It was best to conceal my true
nature from my prey.
Petri was talkative, which suited me fine. He mostly talked
about his travels. He enjoyed windsurfing and
snowboarding and his work appeared to be merely a means
to fund his hobbies. He lived in a small rental in Kallio and
owned only a bicycle. His whole salary went to traveling.
By the time I’d finished my second shot I was mulling over
whether Petri was attractive enough for me to take the risk
of exposure and sleep with him. Of course I couldn’t take
him to the place I shared in Käpylä, but what if I went
home with him? In the end I nixed the thought—not
because I was shy of one-night flings but because the
danger of being caught was just too great. My security
guard ID and driver’s license were both in my wallet, and I
for one would riffle through someone’s wallet if given the
The man, in contrast, was ridiculously trusting. When he
went to the men’s room he left his phone on the bar
counter. The bartender was occupied mixing cosmopolitans
for a trio of girls full of holiday cheer, so I took a quick peek
at the gizmo, a simple Oyster Nokia no longer even sold.
Not a single message. Just first names in the address book,