C247 Playing Such a Wild Game

It was the man he had known, the man he had happened to meet in the toilet, in the corridor, the man with the stereoscopic face, even in the most ordinary of black clothes, with the barely perceptible smile, but now the man's lips were white and his eyes were closed, as if he had been pulled out of the water.

He had been shot once in the stomach, once in the inside of the thigh