Lena threw her notes on the floor and looked at the ceiling. Having ordered some Chinese food, she was spending time in her room and sipping cola from the can. Her still new IKEA furniture accompanied her in the difficult process of turning her thoughts into written material. She was intelligent, but she would rather write a couple of sentences than dozens of...
Robert took his phone and called one of his friends from Berlin police department, who worked with him during the years he spent in Germany. Johan Yzerman was happy to hear Robert’s voice and asked him about his personal life and professional achievements. ‘I’m stuck in the same job. You wouldn’t believe how burnt out I am these days. I’m constantly at work....
Lena was sunk deep into the chair of the university corridor. She took a notebook, opened it on a random page and started scribbling notes touching upon the subject of her MA thesis, which wasn’t something she enjoyed doing. Every time she took part in her scientific seminar, she was kindly reminded that the path chosen by Krakowski, Woźniak, and Tamka wasn’t at...
Robert Rej was looking at the pile of notes regarding Grzegorz Woźniak and Zygmunt Pieczka. Both were history professors with significant accomplishments in their fields. Both disappeared with no trace, no goodbye letter, no witnesses whatsoever. Both had significantly different personal lives and both were divided by forty years of time, during which everything could have happened. This left the common denominator ‘both’...
This time they exactly knew who to follow. They located Izabella Kieliszek and the traveling lot before entering the train and they were set to observe them from the beginning of the journey to the end. All of them wore stylish clothes, expensive shoes, and nice leather bags as if something had changed and academics were particularly prone to fashion and style. Lena...
