When Mendelsohn’s march sounded, policemen and storm troopers formed a row, and the young couple started off in the middle, I retired to the cloakroom turned into a banquet hall. In the center of the table a huge cake reigned, and on both sides of the table were platters full of various delicacies.
“This is looking pretty nice,” McCave’s voice said behind me. “And why do you look so sour?”
I looked back at him. He wore a bright suit and cleaned to shine shoes, he could easily be mistaken for a president of a company or other such businessman, not a police pathologist. I smiled.
“You look very handsome today. Where’s Maru?”
“She went off to somewhere. You didn’t answer me. Why are you so sour? In the morning you were completely different, you were cheerful.”
I shrugged my shoulders.
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