Sectia 8 Politie -

“I have a body,” he said, his voice low. “Cell 3. Apparent homicide. The arresting officer is Secuiu.”

Andrei Munteanu poured his cold coffee into a plant that had been dead for months, checked his pistol, and sat down to wait for the war to begin.

Munteanu stood up slowly. He looked at Ghiță. “Who brought him in?”

This wasn’t a drunk who’d had too much. This was a body dump.

“The guys from the night patrol. I don’t know. The big one, the one with the scar.”