“No, sir. That’s strictly forbidden.”
“I was suspicious of the innocent, apparently.”
“I’m going straight to Vizhnitz from here. Maybe the Holy Rabbi will find the solution to his disappearance.”
“Well, Stephan,” the gendarme said, turning to his comrade, who had been standing silently at his side, “the fox has forgotten his tail.”
Blanca didn’t move or react to his words. She appeared to be caught up in the man’s charm. The many drinks she had downed no longer made her dizzy. She stood on her two feet and placed her trust in those two gendarmes, who reminded her of the two old janitors in her high school. And when they placed handcuffs on her wrists and brought her to the police station, she neither complained nor pleaded.
“I used to go to My Corner with my father almost every week” was all that she said. “It’s an excellent café, and its cheesecake is worthy of every praise. If there’s one thing I miss now, it’s a cup of coffee and their cheesecake. That’s all, nothing more.”