I knew she would come. I even guessed when it should arrive. The cops were talking about this among themselves, taking the prisoners out one by one. Someone was to be tried, someone was released. And all this under the talk that another dead child was found. Well, for the police, this could be a reason to send me immediately to freedom. Weird. After all, that's exactly what I wanted. And now something like regret came over me at the thought that I would not see my dazzling, scorchingly beautiful interrogator.

And now I silently counted down the minutes while I waited for Eva Arnold. Hell...I even liked her name....