Prague, Czech RepublicApril 23
Andreas Volk should have been feeling good. If only because HE had fallen into a contented slumber on the sofa after those pleasant moments spent together, looking as innocent as a baby. Also because their matter was going quite satisfactorily, so to speak. At least in some ways. And nobody could expect that it would go equally well in all ways, right?
So why didn’t he feel good?
Andreas had already paced the length of his light, modern, glass-and-steel living room several times. His bare feet slapped gently on the gray tiles, polished to a high gloss. “It’s-going-fine. It’s-go-ing-fine. It’s-goi-ng-fine.”
But the feeling of apprehension wasn’t receding. To tell the truth, Andreas had to admit that, for several days his feelings of apprehension had been c
