2021 | Sectia 7 Politie

Ana gestured to the plastic chair in front of her desk. “Have a seat. What’s your name?”

Ana took the Polaroid. She aimed it at the wall, at the space where his shadow should have been. She pressed the shutter. The camera whirred, spat out a black square, and slowly, the image developed. sectia 7 politie

“Three nights ago, I fell asleep in the armchair. When I woke up, the light from the streetlamp came through the window. It cast my silhouette on the wall. But the silhouette… it moved. First, it just twitched. Then it stood up. And walked away. It’s been gone since then.” Ana gestured to the plastic chair in front of her desk

Stancu hesitated, then obeyed. Ana grabbed her coat and a heavy flashlight. “Come on, Domnule Munteanu. Show us where you lost it.” She aimed it at the wall, at the

“What was stolen, Domnule Munteanu?”