Was he reall going to report a murder? How did this work? Would it be like it is on TV? lt was exciting. He felt his heart beating hard in his chest as he pushed open the giass door.
He told the officer at the desk whar he’d seen. The man
‘So it’s a carpet in a dyke, you say?’
‘lt’s gor a booy in it There’s a leg sticking out.’
‘You’re sure about that, are you? You’re not messing about?’
‘No. I really saw it. Honestly, I did.’
‘OK. We’ll get a car down there to take a look.’ The man sighed, and took KarI’s details. ‘We’ll call you if we need anything.’
Was that it? How disappointing. Karl cycled home, replaying in his head what he’d seen through the window, reconstructing the men, the car,the carper-looking for anything he’d missed.
There was nothing on the news about amissing person or the police finding a body. It was nine thirty before his phone rang ‘Is that karl Fitzsimons? Just following up your crime report. There’s on body at the site just a discarded carpet….’
But the leg, karl thought. What about the leg?
‘What’s your name, girl?’
‘Eleni.’
‘I don’t like your sort. I don’t want your sort here. I told your father and his friends not to come. I came to this country for a new state without your murdering troop, and if you put one foot out of line, you’ll the price.