“My dad is very optimistic,” the boy with the darker hair said to the boy with the lighter hair sitting on the other side of the table with two chocolate drinks and cinnamon bans between them.
“He said it’s a matter of time before he makes an arrest.”
“Polisinspektör Mikael Hansson is a very clever man,” the boy with the lighter hair squealed between bites and quick sips.
The two men were there and it had been a long day waiting for the boys to come. They didn’t come in the morning or at noon’s break. Obviously they came after school on their way home but the old man and the taller one had sent al their day patrolling in front of the cafe, walking up and down Krononbergsgatan and Storgatan checking who’s coming and who’s going from the cafe.
The tall man was getting tired and he was not hiding it. The older man knew that patience is plays a key role in their profession. After all and best proof, he was still alive; he thought and smiled when he crossed Krononbergsgatan for the sixth time that morning.
But the boys came. And the old man was there coincidentally with the tall man in his company. They were also lucky to sit just behind the boys with full hearing to every word the boys said.
“The robberies?” the boy with the lighter hair asked.
“The murder.” The other boy answered. “Dad is sure that they are still here.”
“Really?”
“He said that they are waiting for thing to calm down before run.”
“Wow.”
“He says he know how these scumbags think. The police are watching trains, buses and highways so they stay here for the police to get tired or other crimes come.”
“We are not the capital,” the boy with the lighter hair said cheekily and they both smiled while taking sips form the drinks.
“Dad says criminals are stupid,” the boy with the dark hair said and the other boy agreed with a nod.
The two boys tried not to run even though that’s all they wanted and when they reached the end of the square far from the cafe and the two men’s eyes, they stopped took a deep breath and laid back at the wall of the building.
“Gosh, the last time he passed in front of the cafe, I thought that he saw us.” The boy with the lighter hair said.
“They are stupid.” The boy with the dark hair answered.
“I can’t believe it, they haven’t seen us all day following them.”
“Criminals are stupid,” said the boy with the dark hair and then they both left for their houses. They were already late and school had finished two hours earlier. “We need more,” the older man said when the boys left. “We need more information and this boy is the only way to get it.
“A boy?” The tall man looked at him in wonder and anguish. “A boy?” He repeated his question. “Does the boss know?”
“The boss knows what he needs to know and we need to get out of this mouse trap. Can you understand that?
“What mouse trap?”
“Didn’t you hear the boy? The police are watching trains, buses and highways.”
“They have no description of the car or us.”
“You don’t know what they have…” The older man said and he stood up. “I’m going for a walk, I need to think.” And saying that he walked out of the cafe leaving the tall man thinking that perhaps time had come to move to a pub. He also needed to do some thinking.
The son of vengeance
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