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split second, I actually found myself feeling sorry for him.
My sympathy didn’t last long, as we walked down the hall toward the front entrance Friedrich motioned arrogantly towards Anj a’s door. “Oh yeah, by the way, we’ve already talked to your neighbor.”
Chapter 13
I couldn’t help but notice the clear path that was being created as we worked out way through the crowded sidewalk. For the most part people ignored my escorts, instead they were intent on looking directly into my eyes. They searched them, trying to decide whether I was guilty, trying to imagine what it was that I could have done, what I must have been accused of. I was quite relieved to see that the car had been parked on a deserted back alleyway. At least I would be spared the disgrace that would have gone with a curious audience, watching closely, as I was pushed into the back of a dusty, unmarked sedan. Unmarked as it may have been, there was no question about what kind of car it was. Everyone knew what kind of car it was.
Friedrich pulled the door open and a blast of foul air hit me in the face. It had a distinctively rotten fish smell about it and I imagined someone had probably either lost their lunch or forgotten it somewhere in the car. In any case, the odor wasn’t the only thing making me reluctant to climb inside. The upholstered seat was worn and stained, the fabric had completely surrendered in spots revealing the crusty, yellow foam padding beneath it. I cringed and took what I felt might be my final breath of fresh air as I lowered into the vehicle.
As the crow flies, the police station was relatively close but Friedrich, for his own enjoyment, chose the painfully slow, highly congested, scenic route over the highway. The windows were never lowered, the air in the car seemed to be turning thick and soupy and I was sure exhaust fumes were coming in through the trunk. By the time we arrived at our destination, I was in the late stages of nausea. I no longer cared where I was headed, my priority had become leaving the back seat of that dreaded car.
The police stati on was just as I had imagined, washed in various shades of brown and covered with cheap, synthetic fibers. Faded plastic plants hidden beneath several layers of dust filled the corners and adorned the reception desk. Friedrich directed me to the end of the hall, our footsteps clicked loudly on the well-polished floor and echoed into the empty corridor. We entered the last door on the right. The room was empty except for a table with opposing chairs. Friedrich signaled for me to sit down and I reached for the chair closest, cringing as the metal legs caught hold and drug themselves screeching across the floor.
He took the seat opposite mine, his face turned cold and stony, his eyes darted about restlessly, he seemed to be staring at me in the same way that someone tries to look and not to look at a piece of food stuck in the teeth of the person they’re talking to. I knew exactly what he was trying to do, he was trying to unsettle me, trying to make me feel uncomfortable and self-aware. People like Friedrich used so much unnecessary energy manipulating and jockeying for position that they had nothing left to run their own lives, which in turn forced them to siphon energy off of every person they came into contact with. The bad news for Friedrich was the fact that I wasn’t going to play his stupid game, and I certainly wasn’t going to be his next source of energy.
Marko stood off to the side, he was quietly looking at his hands and showing an unusual amount of interest in his fingers, rubbing the sides of the nails and trying to push the cuticles back. He appeared completely disinterested in what was going on at the table. His obvious detachment seemed to contradict the mood Friedrich was trying to set and I wondered for a moment if his behavior wasn’t just part of a well-rehearsed act.
Friedrich waited for me to settle, then dramatically slapped a file folder
My sympathy didn’t last long, as we walked down the hall toward the front entrance Friedrich motioned arrogantly towards Anj a’s door. “Oh yeah, by the way, we’ve already talked to your neighbor.”
Chapter 13
I couldn’t help but notice the clear path that was being created as we worked out way through the crowded sidewalk. For the most part people ignored my escorts, instead they were intent on looking directly into my eyes. They searched them, trying to decide whether I was guilty, trying to imagine what it was that I could have done, what I must have been accused of. I was quite relieved to see that the car had been parked on a deserted back alleyway. At least I would be spared the disgrace that would have gone with a curious audience, watching closely, as I was pushed into the back of a dusty, unmarked sedan. Unmarked as it may have been, there was no question about what kind of car it was. Everyone knew what kind of car it was.
Friedrich pulled the door open and a blast of foul air hit me in the face. It had a distinctively rotten fish smell about it and I imagined someone had probably either lost their lunch or forgotten it somewhere in the car. In any case, the odor wasn’t the only thing making me reluctant to climb inside. The upholstered seat was worn and stained, the fabric had completely surrendered in spots revealing the crusty, yellow foam padding beneath it. I cringed and took what I felt might be my final breath of fresh air as I lowered into the vehicle.
As the crow flies, the police station was relatively close but Friedrich, for his own enjoyment, chose the painfully slow, highly congested, scenic route over the highway. The windows were never lowered, the air in the car seemed to be turning thick and soupy and I was sure exhaust fumes were coming in through the trunk. By the time we arrived at our destination, I was in the late stages of nausea. I no longer cared where I was headed, my priority had become leaving the back seat of that dreaded car.
The police stati on was just as I had imagined, washed in various shades of brown and covered with cheap, synthetic fibers. Faded plastic plants hidden beneath several layers of dust filled the corners and adorned the reception desk. Friedrich directed me to the end of the hall, our footsteps clicked loudly on the well-polished floor and echoed into the empty corridor. We entered the last door on the right. The room was empty except for a table with opposing chairs. Friedrich signaled for me to sit down and I reached for the chair closest, cringing as the metal legs caught hold and drug themselves screeching across the floor.
He took the seat opposite mine, his face turned cold and stony, his eyes darted about restlessly, he seemed to be staring at me in the same way that someone tries to look and not to look at a piece of food stuck in the teeth of the person they’re talking to. I knew exactly what he was trying to do, he was trying to unsettle me, trying to make me feel uncomfortable and self-aware. People like Friedrich used so much unnecessary energy manipulating and jockeying for position that they had nothing left to run their own lives, which in turn forced them to siphon energy off of every person they came into contact with. The bad news for Friedrich was the fact that I wasn’t going to play his stupid game, and I certainly wasn’t going to be his next source of energy.
Marko stood off to the side, he was quietly looking at his hands and showing an unusual amount of interest in his fingers, rubbing the sides of the nails and trying to push the cuticles back. He appeared completely disinterested in what was going on at the table. His obvious detachment seemed to contradict the mood Friedrich was trying to set and I wondered for a moment if his behavior wasn’t just part of a well-rehearsed act.
Friedrich waited for me to settle, then dramatically slapped a file folder
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