He laughed, and I didn’t bother explaining it wasn’t a joke. I figured he’d be able to work that out for himself if it came down to it. The drive out to Leitner’s address wasn’t a pleasant one. And I don’t mean the scenery wasn’t up to much. Hell, I didn’t even notice the scenery. All I could think of was that we were driving into the lion’s den. Maybe I should have tried harder to persuade Christoph not to go? But once we’d sent that email we’d been committed to this. For good or evil. I guess I’d expected Leitner’s place to be some big old house set in its own grounds, with plenty of room for the lab rats to run and play. It turned out to be a modern building right at the end of a residential street. We pulled up in front of the wide-open gates and stared. “This…isn’t right,” Christoph said. That was the understatement of the year. I checked the email printout. “It’s the address he gave us. I guess we better check it out.” Christoph drove in and parked the car in a small parking lot around the back.
What do You think about Midnight In Berlin (2012)?
