The man stared at the wall behind her, where a faded picture of the President hung crookedly. “My shadow.”
In the photo, the wall was empty. But in the corner of the frame, near the floor, was a small, dark smudge—a shape like a crouched man, huddled by the baseboard. sectia 7 politie
She turned off her flashlight. In the darkness of the apartment, with only the sickly yellow glow from the street, she whispered: The man stared at the wall behind her,
Stancu snorted. Ana shot him a warning glance. near the floor