said Michael in the rippling wake of Rittenkrett’s departure. “May I ask…why the white suit in winter?”“His persona.” There was a note in the woman’s voice that said she was quite relieved her Gestapo acquaintance had left the party. “He always wears a white suit, in every season. He likes to be called the ‘Ice Man’.”“The ‘Ice Man’? Why is that?”“You don’t want to know,” she said, and when Michael looked into her eyes he saw a boundary there that should not be crossed. “We’ve just met, but…I have to say… you take a great chance speaking that way to someone like him.”“I’d probably take a greater chance putting this in my stomach before bedtime.” He set the cake and ice cream on the tray of a passing waiter.“I mean it.” Franziska’s hand found his. “Axel has two faces. You can never know which one is looking at you.”“Meat,” said Michael.“What?”“Oh, I’m thinking aloud. I would like some meat. I believe the restaurant’s still open across the lobby.
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