“Now I have you, honey,” Niku said to himself and went home to bed.
17.
He came back at about ten the next morning. Martina had already gone to class, the young man was asleep, and the doorbell did not wake him up straight away. “Should I open it or not?” he wondered. At the end of the day, he didn’t even have a name – for whom could he be dangerous? Who could be dangerous for him? So he decided.
Niku had begun to lose patience and was holding his finger down on the doorbell. Then downstairs the main door slammed. Niku straightened up and looked down the stairwell. Stamping loudly with their boots, two policemen were coming upstairs.
Niku cursed and feverishly began looking for a place to hide. There was nowhere on the landing – all he could do was go further up. But the third floor wa
