Disorientated, she lifted her head from the conference table and knocked the pile of papers she’d fallen asleep over to the floor. The DVD player was still switched on, but the TV screen was blank. ‘It’s the doorbell,’ Adam whispered from the corridor. He’d changed his bloodstained trousers for jeans but his feet and bandaged chest were bare. The ringing started again. A masculine voice shouted, ‘Police! Open the door, we have an urgent message for Ms Janca.’ Adam flicked the safety catch off the gun Josef had given him. Magdalena went into the hall. ‘Josef Dalecka?’ she shouted after laying her finger across her lips to remind Adam he was supposed to be dead. ‘Captain Josef is not on duty.’ ‘How did you know I was here?’ ‘The captain alerted the patrols to watch the building. He didn’t say, but we hoped Ms Janca would be here.’ ‘I’m Magdalena Janca.’ ‘It’s your grandmother, Maria Kaszuba. She’s very ill.’ Adam pushed Magdalena into the conference room.
