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As soon as Max picked up, I immediately said: “Max, I’m sorry, let me call you back a little later. Five minutes or so. Alright?” and I hung up.
Some twenty meters to the right of the exit – meaning, the entrance to the place I had just left – that same Mercedes was parked. What the hell. “How is this possible? I took the metro. Who the hell am I to be followed?! What’s happening?!” I thought in a blink. I wouldn’t say that I got scared, not at all. But it was discomfiting… very much. I had a strong urge to walk up to the car and ask directly: “What exactly is the problem?” Perhaps that’s what I should have done. But I did it differently. I turned right and headed towards the avenue. The headlamps lit up and the car moved from a standstill. I walked about twenty five meters, stopped, t
