Notes in a BookThe city was coming to life. Vehicles of all types and sizes were trundling through the heavy fug of the morning, and people, thousands of them, hurried along, bent double, pressing masks to their faces, eyes to the ground. Nobody looked at anyone else, each lost in their own private hell.
It was a world gone mad.
Bremen stumbled into a nearby passageway and vomited, retching up the shame and the horror of what he had done. Never, in all his life, had he struck a woman, not through all the years of his profession or throughout his marriage. He told himself it was a necessity, a way to get Suzanne from off his back, but that didn't help.
The sweat ran down into his eyes and he held onto the wall and sucked in the foul tasting air. He took those moments to recover, his stom
