Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 10IT WAS EARLY MORNING when they entered Tirana. Avxhiu told Wallenbergi to lead the bike the last bit, so as not to wake the house. The neighbors were city folks, and few were about this early.
She had put on the white headscarf. There was no need to hide the foreigner, he looked like one of thousands in ill-fitting clothes, unshaven cheeks with days of stubble. Come to think of it, very little beard for his days in jail. The body hair of foreigners was different.
The two of them made their way swiftly up the stairs. Their footsteps would tell the house that the Kid was bringing home a customer. Rakipe had not returned from the Dajti. The foreigner insisted on going to the toilet where he made sounds as if he owned the house. Avxhiu covered up the small window
