He would not have come to pick her up if it had not been important to see her immediately. His grim face told Jana he had bad news. She had her own car in the parking lot, but one of her aides would pick it up later. It was obviously imperative that she go with Trokan now. Aside from saying hello, Trokan and Jana did not exchange a word until they’d left the pickup zone. “A fruitful trip?” “I have more evidence to work with now.” “I’m happy we didn’t waste the country’s money.” He braked to avoid a car that darted in front of them from an intersection. “An old person. Driving that way because he’s night-blind.” “Just careless.” “I was wondering if you’ve been careless. Perhaps ‘thoughtless’ is a better word.” “Rotten traits in a police officer.” “Unhealthy qualities.” He put the brakes on again; the car that had pulled ahead of them had slowed, then swerved off onto a side road.
