After the happy return home of the real Andy Corrado, they were not even beaten. A few bruises and scratches on Gustav's face did not count. The furious wife of the recently risen from death was taken away before she managed to cause any real harm. Luke's deputy just gave them the keys of this old car and the dead body, along with instructions to melt away immediately. Hugo believed that they got off cheap. The Mafia Boss had become uncommonly kind after the arrival of his lost child.

Their car hit a road bump and the dead body rolled over from one side of the trunk to the other. Hugo looked backward angrily and remembered the excited speech of the recent might-have-been dead.

The real Andy Corrado had stood in the middle of the kitchen and repeated joyfully, "I've spent twenty-four hours on Regent Street, locked in the basement by this stupid bimbo because her husband happened to come home early! Please don't report this to Klara, folks!" He'd given a quick fearful look around, checking to make sure his wife was not nearby and he continued his story to his male relatives, who were buzzing around and amiably tapping various parts of his body to assure themselves that he was real.

"… And couple of hours before, we were walking in the Zoo and I lost my driver's license! Who would have thought that poor guy who found it would be killed and you thought it was me!"

"Here!" said Hugo gloomily as he parked the pink Ford by the curb.

They had just passed a small bridge over a deeply rushing river – the perfect place to get rid of the body. Frowning, Gustav dutifully got out of the car. Hugo opened the trunk and looked inside.

"Grab his legs!" he commanded.

They took the corpse out and carried it far into the bed of rushes. Their major concern was to stay unnoticed in the dim light of early morning. Fortunately, the road at this hour was absolutely empty.

"Now, we should leave the car at the old boathouse, near the snack bar, and forget everything that has happened tonight," Hugo said, repeating the instructions of Corrado's deputy.

"Yeaahh…" Gustav agreed sadly. He looked back at the bushes with a funeral expression on his face. Tricky Fortune had cheated him again and had made another misleading motion with her pretty finger. Gustav thought for a while and swore an oath that he would never ever believe in horoscopes.