Chapter 2
No one answered the door. Neither Emilia nor her friend were in. Having walked around the house and peeped into the windows, I was about to leave when I heard someone calling me. I looked around. An elderly lady was waving at me from the window of the neighboring house. I approached her.
“Who are you looking for?” she asked in a low voice, looking around.
“Emilia.”
“Quiet! Not so loud. And what’s your name?”
“Marko.”
“Come closer.” She was scrutinizing me as if she were comparing me with a description she had received from someone. “Tell me, what kind of robe she was wearing when you first saw her?”
“Chinese.”
“And what was the print?”
“Pines, huts, mountains and fog.”
“Yes,” she nodded and disappeared. In a minute she handed me a note. “She explains everything here. So
