Stancu snorted. Ana shot him a warning glance.
He was right. Sectia 7’s territory included the Dudescu cemetery, the abandoned factory on Vitan-Bârzești, and a stretch of the Dâmbovița riverbank where fog formed even in July. Officially, they were a standard precinct. Unofficially, they were the last stop before the city’s nightmares became real. sectia 7 politie
Ana stood up. “Stancu, get the camera.” Stancu snorted
Ana took the Polaroid. She aimed it at the wall, at the space where his shadow should have been. She pressed the shutter. The camera whirred, spat out a black square, and slowly, the image developed. the abandoned factory on Vitan-Bârzești
“What camera?”
“The Polaroid from the evidence locker. The one with the blue tape.”