She was angelically attractive. And devilishly distraught. When Lt Maciejewski came to the door of her apartment in the Europejski Hotel, he discreetly wiped the muddy toe of his shoe on the back of his cuff.
“I’ve been called to broken safes before,” he said, kissing her perfumed hand. “But this is the first safe I’ve seen so tightly closed.”
She smiled. She kept her distance; she was a lady. She had been described in a similar tone – though much more crudely – by Detective Zielny when he referred the matter to the lieutenant. Orally, because it wouldn’t do at all to put it in an official report.
The day before