Chapter 3Saturday, May 15, 2010
Delron wanted to flee. Never before had their spacious flat felt so small, or so crowded. Everywhere he looked, Phillipe was there, glaring at him. Every time he tried to talk he got mumbled responses.
Why couldn’t Phillipe see he’d been trying to talk to the mayor to save them?
“I’m going to work in the afternoon. Leonore called, and they need me to fill in for a few hours.”
Phillipe scowled. “As long as I don’t have to pick you up at the police station again.”
“Oh for f**k’s sake, Phil! I’m going to work.”
“Fine, you do that. Try not to attack any padlock manufacturers on your way over there.” Phillipe sipped on his coffee and turned back to the newspaper.
Delron clenched his fists—he did not want to argue. It was a fine Saturday morning, the tail o
