CHAPTER 40
Mark awoke in the white, brightly lit world of the hospital, this time the roles reversed. Fred was at his bedside. Other than a bandage over his twitching ear and a thumping headache, he felt physically none the worse for his ordeal. He ran a hand over his body, checking for more pains and found a bandage on his thigh. But there was no discomfort.
Fred's face was etched, unnaturally pale, and there were dark rings under his eyes, in which the horror was still written large. Kirsten was obviously very much on his mind as she was on his. How could he ever forget. He sank into the blood-curdling horror of those last few moments.
Both sat in silence remembering her.
They were disturbed when a nurse looked in and brought the Swiss cops. They took their statements which were shor
