CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Keira’s walking tour was meeting at Kaisaniemi Park. She strode along the streets until the tip of a huge greenhouse loomed up ahead of her. As she got closer, she noticed a group of people had already begun to congregate by the entrance way to the park, next to a statue. She made a beeline for the one person who didn’t have a camera slung around his neck, who she assumed to be the guide.
“Hi, I’m Keira, the writer from Viatorum magazine,” she told him. She checked Heather’s itinerary. “And you’re Jossi?”
“Yes, that’s correct,” he replied.
He was an older man than she was expecting, with a face weathered by time, and ice-white, thinning hair. Keira couldn’t be sure but she thought that he had an air of disdain about him, like he had taken an instant disliking to her. Sh
