Trafika Europe 2 - Polish Nocturne

“Hey, Santa, can I have some candy?” I was again sur- rounded by creatures the height of fire extinguishers, there were at least four of them. I said Captain Cavity had forbidden me from handing out candy and that no one wanted false teeth for Christmas when they grew up, anyway. That got the crowd of mothers giggling. “Could we at least take a picture?” one mother asked, and I couldn’t refuse. By the time that was done, Petri had disappeared. I, too, vanished to my secret place. Time for Tommy H. again. “Jansson?” he sighed when he heard my question. “Some- times I think Jansson’s as mythical as Santa Claus. In any case, no one’s been able to catch him at anything, though it’s general knowledge that he deals drugs and sells stolen goods. But Jansson’s vassals won’t talk. Quite a number of them have just happened to get their fingers caught in a saw or their toes run over by a lawn mower. Be careful with him. He takes no pity on women, either.” I reminded Tommy H. that I was not just any woman, and I promised to let him know as soon as I got more information on Jansson’s doings. I straightened my beard and returned to work. There were rarely children in the furniture department, so I headed there to think things through. I had accomplished my assignment; I just needed

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