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I really don’t want to know too much. They say knowledge is power, but I’ve got a funny feeling that the less I know about Andrej and Marek, the safer I’m going to be.
Fortunately for me, they seem to believe my story. I told them everything about what happened in the hotel in Herne Bay. I told them about finding Lisa’s body in the bathtub, about leaving with Jess and going to France and Switzerland. I told them about Claude and his farmhouse. I couldn’t tell them anything much more than that, though. I never knew Claude’s surname and I couldn’t locate the farmhouse or the Swiss campsite right now if my life depended on it. Not from a map, anyway. The whole of Europe between East Grinstead and Bratislava is just one huge blur in my mind.
What shocks and surprises me is how casually t
