Had even been able to tell the cop he read a lot. Oskar didn’t feel the need to say anything else. How much do you think this little bag is worth?” “You won’t have much time for it if you get into this, though. Heads turned in his direction, curious as to what he was going to say. “In fact it is.” The policeman looked kindly at him. He knew it was a dumb thing to do, but he still put his hand up. It hurt him not to say anything when he knew. Oskar’s chest felt like it was about to burst. Some of the guys had even been allowed to touch his gun before class. The teacher smiled and shrugged her shoulders. “What do you teach them in Home Economics these days?” Even though it was impossible to determine what was really in the bag, this lesson was about drugs, so you could draw certain conclusions. They didn’t want him to think class 6B was a bunch of idiots. The policeman shook the bag.Ī mumble of answers in the negative. Especially if you had a brother or a friend of your brother who did it. Didn’t want to be suspected of knowing anything about stuff like that. Maybe heroin, but no one dared say anything. Gunnar Holmberg, police commissioner from Vällingby, held up a little plastic bag of white powder. Morrissey, “The Last of The Famous International Playboys” Just to make myself more attractive to you
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