government affairs conference in Berlin over the weekend,â she called to him. âKai Bauer asked if Iâd like to come along.â
Bauer was her boss. He worked for the parliament, translating news summaries. He was a priggish little man who had left his wife several months ago. His job was quite safe and involved a lot of travel to the States. He had a wonderful apartment across the river and a chalet outside Garmisch-Partenkirchen, south of Munich. Heâd be a perfect catch for her. The thought didnât sit well.
He opened his eyes. Gretchen had come back to the doorway. She had taken off her robe, and she stood there nude. Her nipples were erect as they always were when she was excited or angry. She was a beautiful woman.
âHe thinks I should move out on you,â she said.
Roemer didnât know what to say. But he felt bad.
âDo you hear me?â
âIs that what you wanted to talk about?â
Her nostrils flared. âYouâre impossible,â she cried. âFucking impossible.â
She went back into the bedroom and Roemer listened to her packing while the warmth of the water soaked into his bones.
18
AN HOUR LATER, when Roemer roused himself enough to get out of the tub, Gretchen was gone. He dried off and crawled into bed. He slept fitfully for a few hours, the pain in his arm and shoulder half waking him with a jolt whenever he moved. He dreamed of how it used to be with Gretchen, and of Sarah Razmarahâs body. Major Whalpolâs visage kept floating in and out nightmarishly. And just at the edge of his awareness he thought there was something else he should know. A face, perhaps. A figure, dark and threatening.
The telephone woke him a few minutes after four and he painfully rolled over and reached to answer it. The caller was Leila Kahled, and the cobwebs instantly cleared from Roemerâs head.
âYour office said youâd probably be at home,â she said.
Roemer thought of his jacket still lying over the back of the couch. Sheâd be wanting Pavliâs diary. âHas
everything been cleared up between your people and Lieutenant Manning?â
âYes. Weâve agreed to an autopsy; then Pavliâs body will be flown back to Baghdad in the morning.â
âIâm genuinely sorry for the young man. He must have been very troubled.â
âHow is your arm?â
âPainful.â
âListen, Investigator, I think it was a very brave thing you did, trying to save his life at the risk of your own.â
âYou should tell that to Gretchen.â
âPardon?â
âYou didnât call to ask after my health, Fräulein Kahled.â
âIâd like to talk to you.â
âTalk,â Roemer said.
âI meant in person.â
âFor what purpose?â
âYou have a murder on your hands, and I have a suicide on mine. The two are certainly connected.â
âWe can meet at my office first thing in the morning. Say eight?â
âNo,â Leila said. âI think we should talk now.â
Roemer stood up and took the phone over to the window. He looked down at the street. There were a few cars parked along the curb, but he recognized all of them. âDo you know where I live?â
âI could be there in fifteen minutes.â
âAll right, Iâll see you then.â
Roemer went into the bathroom and shaved, then dressed in slacks and a sweater. From his desk he took out a large brown envelope, which he addressed to himself at his office. He took Pavliâs diary from his jacket pocket and thumbed through it.
Pavliâs handwriting was small and precise. Each entry was dated, but most of the writing was in Arabic. Sarahâs name, however, was in Latin script and appeared
throughout most of the last third of the book, beginning in late October.
Roemer studied the entries. It was clear that as early as the twenty-eighth of October Pavli had been
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