His high spirits sank, however, at the sight of the two black-uniformed police officers striding towards him through the unkempt grounds, their batons drawn. What (curse them) were the odds? Of course, he knew from bitter experience that some police enjoyed nothing so much as hounding (and hurting) Roma, but the idea that these two had followed him all the way from Sibiu on the off-chance of catching him at something incriminating was too far-fetched. No, this was a pure trick of malign fate: he had spent too long looking for the jewellery, had been forced to turn on his flashlight, and they must have been driving past and seen the light.
Dacianas Littles Scene 2
