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“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. sectia 8 politie

He walked to Cell 3. Inside, a skinny, twitchy man known as “Ghiță” was pressed against the far wall, his eyes wide. Lying on the concrete bench was a mountain of a man, face-down, arms splayed. “I have a body,” he said, his voice low

Tonight, the silence was broken by a frantic, high-pitched wail from the holding cell. The arresting officer is Secuiu

He picked up the phone to call his captain, then stopped. Secuiu had friends. Powerful friends. The captain might be one of them. One wrong call and this report would vanish. Munteanu would be transferred to a rural outpost in the Delta, and the dead man with the soft hands would be cremated as an “unidentified vagrant.”

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