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I went to bed shortly after that incident yesterday. I felt as if the whole of my lifeblood had been sucked out of me, leaving me devoid of energy. I just wanted to curl up, so I did.
Marek woke me shortly after three o’clock in the afternoon to tell me that everything had been sorted and accounted for. I didn’t know what he meant, and I couldn’t understand why he was being so understanding. Whatever is in these parcels, they’re worth enough to pay some serious cash to the courier, so I can’t imagine some random British foreigner popping up and suddenly losing one is going to be absolutely fine with them. I get the feeling they’re protecting me somehow, for some reason. That thought worries me. Call me paranoid, but Marek and Andrej have absolutely no reason to protect me. They don’t
