Munteanu walked back to the main office. The logbook was open. He ran his finger down the list of arrests for the night. There it was: “John Doe, public intoxication, 02:15 AM. Arresting officer: Secuiu, V.” No other details. No ID. No witnesses.
He hung up. Outside, a stray dog howled. Inside, the fluorescent lights flickered, casting long, dancing shadows on the cracked linoleum floor. Sectia 8 was old, tired, and dirty. But tonight, it wasn't a place where justice slept. It was the place where it finally woke up.
“What happened, Ghiță?” Munteanu asked, his voice calm.
“The guys from the night patrol. I don’t know. The big one, the one with the scar.”
Munteanu walked back to the main office. The logbook was open. He ran his finger down the list of arrests for the night. There it was: “John Doe, public intoxication, 02:15 AM. Arresting officer: Secuiu, V.” No other details. No ID. No witnesses.
He hung up. Outside, a stray dog howled. Inside, the fluorescent lights flickered, casting long, dancing shadows on the cracked linoleum floor. Sectia 8 was old, tired, and dirty. But tonight, it wasn't a place where justice slept. It was the place where it finally woke up. sectia 8 politie
“What happened, Ghiță?” Munteanu asked, his voice calm. Munteanu walked back to the main office
“The guys from the night patrol. I don’t know. The big one, the one with the scar.” 02:15 AM. Arresting officer: Secuiu