Frankfurt am MainApril 26
“Wake up, drat it, wake up already!” Helena sat astride Martin and shook him from side to side. “Are you sleeping? Are you breathing?”
Annoyed, Martin opened one eye and immediately closed it again. “You crazy woman, what are you doing? You’d wake the dead.”
“Wake up already! Do you have a concussion?”
“If I didn’t before, I do now. Get off of me!”
With ill grace, Helena stopped shaking Martin and sat down next to him on the bed. “Does your head ache? Do you feel like vomiting? Shouldn’t you see a doctor? I think we should go to the police. And we should…”
“Could you be quiet for a moment? My head hurts enough without you,” Martin sat up with a groan. “That’s all I need, a doctor. Do you want to kill me?”
Helena didn’t answer, and nervously twisted her fing
