‘You should look after yourself, Rudi. One sandwich and a piece of old sausage. No fruit, no protein to speak of. You look shit. What’s the matter with you?’ Rosenharte gazed across to the Opera House. It was a beautiful day and he could do without an ambush from Sonja. ‘When did you get back?’ she asked. ‘Wednesday.’ He turned to her. ‘What the hell have you done to yourself?’ ‘Oh, this?’ she said, fingering a small silver stud that had been inserted just under her lower lip. ‘Don’t you like it?’ ‘No.’ She shrugged. ‘Well, it’s not meant for a man of your generation.’ ‘My generation doesn’t come into it, Sonja. You have a beautiful face. It’s a shame to fill it with bits of scrap iron.’ ‘It’s silver. My boyfriend gave it to me.’ ‘Sebastian?’ ‘No. Rikki. Rikki’s my boyfriend now.’ ‘What happened to Sebastian? I thought he was the love of your life.’ She shook her head slowly. ‘He was too busy for me. I haven’t seen him since they let him go and he vanished to Leipzig.
