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Rain was pouring down his jacket. But it didn't bother him. It set him free in some way. The smell of rain itself was a special kind of soothing to him. Plus rain helped him forget about the nausea he was having because of a hangover.
Milan opened the door of a tall, glass building. They went through another smaller door and found themselves in the great hall.
"Good day. Which business brought you here today?" The elder man stood behind the counter on the left side of the hall.
"Good day to you sir. Scotland Yard. On which floor is the taxi headquarters?"
The man pulled out a notebook and wrote down the time.
"Please sign here. I have to keep track of who enters and who exits the building. I really do apologize. But that's my job." There was a genuine apology on his face as he stared at Milan and Sebastian with a smile.
The door opened again and George headed to them. "I parked in the garage."
That's why it took him so long.
"Excuse me, can I look at that notebook?" Milan leaned against the counter.
The man looked away a little and then nodded. "Of course. Who am I to contradict to the law, right?" A smile spread again across his wrinkled face.
Milan picked up a black notebook and moved his finger to scroll through the names. "Thank you very much, sir. What did you say on which floor is the taxi headquarters?"
"Seventh floor." The man smiled again and sat down in his chair and almost disappeared behind the counter.
They got into the elevator and the door closed behind them. Milan turned and theatrically joined his fingers in pyramid-like shape as his gaze shifted from George to Sebastian.
"Ryan Walsh didn't show up for work today."
"And yesterday?" Sebastian narrowed his eyebrows. He just needed this too. Chasing after a taxi driver across London. GREAT.
"Yes."
"Maybe he has a day off or something." George was constantly watching the numbers changing above the elevator door as he held himself firmly to the handrail.
"Yeah, maybe. Or maybe he somehow found out we were looking for him." Milan raised and arched his eyebrows.
"You implying something?" George looked at him for the first time since they got on the elevator. But only for a second. -Can this elevator go slower?
"Relax. We are going out on the next floor." Sebastian put his hand on George's shoulder and gave him a smile, which he probably didn't see.
"I'm implying that maybe there is someone from the police on his side."
"No, no, no! You don't mean that ... do you?" George's eyes widened. "One of our boys? A dirty cop? No. You're wrong."
"We're just talking George. And it was happening before." Milan turned and left the elevator.
The room was painted in white and had yellow curtains of some thick material hung on the windows.
The desks were neatly placed in the boxes, and everything seemed to work as usual.
"Good day. What do you need?" A tall girl in a tight, leather skirt approached them and gave them a wide smile.
"Good day Mrs..."
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MURDER GAME
Misterio / Suspenso-I tell you Sebastian... there is no perfect murder. Detective Sebastian Vik comes from Norway to London to investigate a murder of retired policeman. Sebastian accepted this case because he had nothing left to lose... In the last year he lost the m...
