While I looked through the files and signed them, I had begun wondering whether to call Frauke and indeed whether it would be tactically wise to do so at the moment. She hadn’t been in touch since the event at Frau Novotna’s gallery, which had ended with the two of us going our separate ways, and...
He stood beside his car, briefcase in hand, both arms dangling. “Oh, shit,” he said. Nothing happened for the next few days. The following week passed without any incident too. Scholten began to feel calmer. If they had recorded his voice on tape they’d have turned up at the works some time or ot...