Mise #53 [Mission # 53]

Yeah, I'm Bob, the old bastard who killed a lot of bastards. I remember the time when he was sniffing the thieves in Žižkov, Prague. The place was rotten to the bone - theft, assault, white day murder. There were places where the soul of an ordinary animal wouldn't smell, but I liked the job and I adored the city here. At that time, there was already a seasoned thief who liked to expel any begging from his beloved city. That year he hooked here as a lieutenant in the police district. Yeah, those were the days. I know my memory doesn't really serve me like that back then, I forget and a lot of cases come together in one big colored smudge. But I still have a vivid picture of the one in my head… It was one of the first days of spring, but by the summer it was still a long way off, the girls were already running outside in short dresses and a light sweater, and that was a great spectacle for us cops. That evening our all-day shift ended, I had newcomers here on business and I was looking forward to getting off the hoof in the local putty. But the rumbling phone knocked the thought out of my head. I picked him up here - report from headquarters, allegedly a nasty murder in the park. What's the point, booze and a woman have to wait a few hours. I was pushing the greengrocers here for their first big case, but in the meantime, I could enjoy a few glasses of something sharper in peace.