Trafika Europe 2 - Polish Nocturne

on an extra brown ski hat over it, and donned sunglasses to hide my face from the cameras when I punched in the alarm code. I walked behind the Old Student House to reach the elevator to the parking garage. It was always possible that Petri was watching the security cameras. A store detective and a junkie—was that the team of thieves? Though a burglar alarm deactivator was not part of a store cop’s regular equipment, it would have been easy enough for Petri to obtain. Maybe he had also gotten his colleagues to see Veli-Pekka Virtanen as harmless. Or had the men perhaps figured that a junkie was too obvious a suspect to fall under suspicion? In the secret room I opened the employee directory Bruun had given me. Petri’s full name was Petri Ilmari Aalto, address Pengerkatu Street, as he had said. Military rank, reserve second lieutenant; age, thirty-one. I googled Paula Johanna Salo but didn’t find anything to help with the gravestone woman. It would have been useful to have access to the police database. Fortunately, I had connections. Tommy H. and I had been in the army together and in our spare time we had trained together for the police academy entrance exams. Tommy H. had been in love with me and imagined we’d build a career together, but in the end I didn’t apply to the police academy. They’d hardly have accepted a murderer’s daughter. On our last long march, Tommy H. had sprained

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