The class, books and files already packed in backpacks, had been sitting clock-watching and casting longing glances out of the window. Before anyone could reach the door, it was torn open with force. From the back row, Rose saw everyone freeze. A young, dark-skinned man in a leather jacket and je...
Dicte waited in the doorway, but he took his time. ‘Didn’t you used to know a Polish journalist? Back when you covered the election there?’ Bo glanced up at her for a quarter of a second before looking back at the screen and concentrating on the job at hand. Perhaps he wasn’t making a point. Perh...