A Question Too FarBremen fiddled around with the tap and finally managed to get it to work. He filled up the water cup from the fountain, drained it, and placed it carefully down on the tray. He rubbed his mouth, stared at his hands and wished they'd stop shaking. He needed a cigarette but knew he'd have to wait until he was outside, somewhere private. For now, he had the present to worry about. Water, the most precious commodity there was. He licked his fingers, like they said you had to. Mustn't spill a drop.
“You've done well.”
Miller clapped him on the shoulder.
“Thanks, boss.”
“You don't look happy.”
“Should I?”
“You got the result, got the money in your account.”
Bremen pushed past his superior and went over to his desk. He threw his jacket over his chair, leaned over the desk
