No stranger to scrums. Word leaked. Pissy French Amb., no doubt; didn't like Highfill from the start. Offended by the suggestion membership in the Legion d'Honneur might be for sale, 'Monsieur... read more
"She's doing well, thank you, for asking. I bought her a place in the City, you know, so we can be closer...well, maybe I should say you bought her a place, heh-heh-heh...” "I was... read more
That was the easy part. Not even a need to nudge. Her phone rings. Schneidermann. Wants Ludo for Lunch. "I'm afraid that won't be possible Herr Finanzminister. I think he may be dining... read more
Highfill shaking hands with Jan, with Ptacek, the collective. To help Highfill, to save Highfill is to save (at least to try to...)Radvanice. And so Watson decides. Rises from ... read more
Highfill erect. Runs a hand along the shoulders of his work-shirt. Wrinkles persist. Oskar stands aside. As the door slides weightily aside. Highfill exits the cell. The vast expanse of... read more
"Herr Highfill, I expect I will spend ten years in this prison no matter what.” "Ernstlich...” "I suppose what the man says makes sense, it will be very difficult for you... read more
Settle on the hotel bar. Klaus-friendly menu: takes a eight eggs and a steak. Watson: knodel . Watson deflated, bare beneath bathrobe. Slumps in a pillow meadow. Klaus out on the... read more
At the 'stronghouse' as it's known. Hard to adjust. Watson's weakness: not a strength. At first they mistake him for some kind of Brazillian martial arts experts. Vlad even asks if he studied... read more
Watson sweating in the leather caul. Wound's reopened, he tastes it: sweat-blood: salty as tear-blood. Misrule. He initiates a count. Not even token attempts to avoid double count-out.... read more
Nods good-whatever to Watson. Watson inspects the fridge, concedes to whey shake. Implodes into folding chair. "Are you okay, man? We thought we should let you sleep.” ... read more