The Club
The Club

Summary/Abstract: He had not been concentrating, that was it. He had simply not been concentrating. He had just not engaged his brain. You know, breathe deeply, count to ten and think about the situation. No. His hand had simply let fly, fuck it, and that’s why he’s now sitting in the corridor of the police station in Bauerova Street. Instead of being at home or anywhere else, he’s sitting here in the cop shop, with a blood-stained bandage round his head, waiting for his turn.

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