Chapter Nineteen
Charles Bridge, Praha 1
Gleb crossed the point of no return.
He was driving a small truck through thick fog, from one end of a seemingly infinite medieval bridge to the other. It was barely dawn and his truck was the only vehicle on the road. Lanterns burned orange to light the way and, ahead, Prague was waiting with its warren of cobblestoned streets, rooftops and spires. Gradually, they turned golden as the morning sun slipped higher.
On either side, Baroque statues of saints leered at him. A long time ago, the leaders of a revolt were decapitated here and their severed heads were used to decorate this bridge. If Purity got their hands on him, Gleb wondered if he’d arrive at a similar fate.
In his side mirror, he could see the west bank and the castle, now Purity’s
