In a bar, somewhere at the a dark place in the town the TV was showing football. Nobody really cared about it. Because it was late only very few people sat down for a drink. The cleaners where already working and soon the last people got up and slowly staged out. Only one remained seated at the counter looking sorrowfully into his glass.
"Detective Schulze we're closing,..." the barkeeper said sleepy.
"Just let me, drink one last glass my friend... Just one glass."
"And what is your wife going to say?"
"I'm a grown up man. I know what I do," he responded sharp, then talking more to himself than to his friend, "Nobody understands me... Nobody ever will... People keep stealing and raping and killing..."
"Tomorrow is another day," the barkeeper tried to comfort.
"Another day for criminals to succeed... Another day for me to catch them."
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Shadows
General FictionFranfurt Main - a city with plenty of life. Business people meet, planes arrive, money flows... But all of it has a dark side: criminals work and succeed. Drugs are being sold. The the police is trying to stop them...
