Stivik smiled to himself. The more people who trusted him, the worse off he could make this place look. He picked up a can of expresso and drained it. He already had plety of condemning evidence here, what with Anni trying to escape and wasting work time painting flowers, the stockyard gates being left open for years, the main grinders being destroyed...
Speaking of which, he headed towards the grinders. It was still unnattended, but Stivik spotted Groll using a work fone. He stood back and waited for him to finish.
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