Book 4, Heimdallr
Chapter 23A DAY HAD PASSED. Avxhiu felt empty. The numbness did not loosen its grip. She did not trust the NATO spy who came in her brother’s car. The car had been impounded by the Sigurimi to be used as a taxi for their informers. She slipped out to make sure that the curse the vandals had scratched into the matted green paint was still there. She wanted to plead for the car but thought better of it.
Wallenbergi seemed more stable, more serene. He had told the NATO spy to stay in his room while they waited for their escort. She knew that no armed escort could get them out of the country. They were trapped deep in the Sigurimi maze.
She watched him stand half naked in his shorts on the veranda, looking out over the fields. The Italians always made the cross: they were
