Soldiers and policeman moved here and here. Police cars come and went. The people in the houses looked out of their windows, but they did not open their doors. It was better not to ask questions. An ambulance came and took the body away.
Later that day Felix went back to the Chief's office. The Chief called him into her room.
'So he's dead,' she said. 'Well done, Felix. The president is very pleased with you.'
The Chief did not often say 'Felix'. Usually she called him 'Inspector'.
Felix sat down and looked at Eva Hine. 'A lot of people think...' He stopped. Then he began again. 'They say... Alex Dinon wasn't the President's murderer.'
'People say a lot of things,' the Chief said. She smiled. 'But they're not all true. Don't listen to stories, Felix. You've got a good job. Don't ask questions.'
'But perhaps,' Felix said slowly, 'the stories are true. And it's a policeman's job to ask questions.'
Eva Hine stood up and came nearer to Felix. She looked down into his face, and her grey eyes were cold.
'Listen,' she said. 'Somebody murdered the old President. Right? And our new president needed a murderer. Quickly. So we found a murderer for him. Alex Dinon. We don't kill murderers in this country. They go to prison. But Dinon escaped from prison - and now he's dead. The murderer is dead, Felix, and that's the end of the story.'
It was very quiet in the room. The Chief watched Felix and waited.