Sectia 7 Politie < PRO 2025 >

“What was stolen, Domnule Munteanu?”

“The Polaroid from the evidence locker. The one with the blue tape.” sectia 7 politie

Ana looked at Stancu, then at the empty wall. “No. But we can find what frightened it.” “What was stolen, Domnule Munteanu

They walked three blocks to a crumbling apartment building. In his small, one-room flat, the streetlamp outside cast a perfect rectangle of light on the wall. But indeed, there was no shadow of Ion Munteanu. He stood in the middle of the room, illuminated from the side, but his silhouette simply… wasn’t there. But we can find what frightened it

The man stared at the wall behind her, where a faded picture of the President hung crookedly. “My shadow.”

“See?” he whispered.

“Domnule Munteanu,” she said gently, “have you been sleeping well? Maybe you should see a doctor at the Colentina Hospital.”