When she was a little girl, her father had deserted her, and her family, without any explanation.
Thuy had been so angry that she had picked up her dad's radio and smashed it against the wall. For one moment, before guilt or regret, she had felt overjoyed. She saw it break into hundreds of pieces, and she felt powerful. She could control things, she could destroy thing...
That was how she had felt when she had thrown her hand grenade at the Police Station.
Their house was in the far north of the city, near the river. It had been built by a failed dutch trader,and retained a Dutch style in its high, arched roof. It had only two stories, living room on the ground floor,and a bedroom above. It had an outhouse in the tiny back yard, and,most importantly, a cellar.
The cellar was accessed by a trap-door which was easily concealed from above.
To Thuy, their house represented freedom; to Steven it was a strategic base.
Erik would often visit the house, unexpectedly, and spend the night sleeping on the living room floor.He had learnt to trust Thuy, but he preferred to speak in Russian, so she rarely understood him. Still, she knew that he and Steven were planning something.
Steven had changed since the incident on her birthday, and even more after they had moved in together.On the one hand, he was generally more confident, more dynamic, more passionate. On the other hand, he had become prone to melancholic moods, where he would sit in silence for hours, scribbling in his private notebook.
He no longer went to visit ' Elderado'.
It was clear that Steven and Erik were planning some thing very big.
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