“We’ve managed nothing with this,” he said quietly. “Except perhaps a little time.” His eyes followed what he imagined to be her path beneath the current. “These men will come again. And when they do. . we’ll look back at Rosa and her revolution and see how nave we really were.”
The air grew static. Hoffner felt suddenly stifled by the place. He needed the east and the Berlin he still knew: somewhere there-and there alone-he would find a way to keep moving. He turned to Pimm, and together they headed into the long night.