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them over the police radio and request them to come by my office? We have to

get underway"

***

The television roars in the living room as he’s washing up. It’s an old western

playing with John Wayne, but there's nothing about with the accident on the pier.
After he's done with the dishes, he trudges into the living room and jumps on

the couch in a lazy manor. He wants to call the gang, but then decides to leave the
phone be. It's probably best to keep a low profile now. He lets the movie flicker

past his eyes without really understanding what's going on. Suddenly phone

starts ringing, and he curls up in distress. For a moment he’s thinking about not
answering; why should he? After all, he could pretend that he’d gone with Jack

and Mom to the flea market. But then, he gets up from the couch and walks

towards the little sideboard on which the phone sits. He picks it up.
"It’s Janokovic"

"Hey, it's Eik," Eik says out of breath.
"Hi Eik."

"It's not great with Georgie-boy. He's in the hospital now. I’ve just talked with

his dad, you know, the Painter."
Janokovic is quiet for a moment.

"Uh, huh, what are you saying?"

"Well," continues Eik breathlessly, "George is at the hospital, and his father is in
a rage, he’s bloody flipping out. He called me a junkie and said that I’ve taught

George how to do drugs, and that I had given the drugs to him as well. He just

called me, and he was completely out of his nut. "
"I told him not to do it! He's way too young to experiment with that shit,"

Janokovic says angrily. Sweat begins to drip down Jano’s face, while his hands is

as cold and frosty as a morning in December.
“The Painter found him in his room. He said that he was almost dead and it’s my

fault. "
"We should never have brought him along," Janokovic whispers bitterly.