He smiled, examining Alice with his eyes, and manneredly offered to take his arm.The driver pulled up to the right restaurant while Alice got used to being in the same car with her father. He made several calls and arranged meetings. That's how I remember my dad. As a child, she constantly became a witness to telephone conversations and work with documents, on which she once allowed herself to draw a semblance of a landscape.

Alice chose the same restaurant where she met the detective. There was something native in this place, something connected with the hope of victory.

Quiet, unobtrusive music was drowned out by conversations and the active...