He was silent.
“Did you read the documents before you signed?” she asked, her hands gripping the wheel.
“I tried, but there were hundreds of pages of legal mumbo jumbo. A man would go blind, or mad, trying to decipher all that legalese. Besides, who knows what drugs they were pumping into me. I can honestly say that I wasn’t thinking straight at that point. Regardless, the lawyer’s arguments were very persuasive.”
“Did they threaten you?”
“In a manner of speaking. Pope was there too. He told me that I had to sign the papers before they would treat me. If I didn’t sign, he said he couldn’t say how long I would be in quarantine. Six months? A year? If I signed, they could use some different experimental protocols to try to eradicate the virus, so I could get my life back.”
She pressed the brake pedal and the car began to slow. Red lights dotted the road ahead of them. “That’s strange,” she said.
“What’s strange?
“There’s a line of traffic ahead. We’re almost at the border where we cross into Austria. I’ve made this trip half a dozen times, and I’ve never seen anything like this before.”
“Pull the car over, Julie.”
“What?”
“Pull the car over NOW.”
She piloted the Opel off onto the shoulder, a kilometer behind the last car in the line. She put the automatic transmission in park, and looked over at him.
“They’re looking for me. We need to find another way across.”
“Will, don’t be crazy. They’re not looking for you. This is Europe. Both these countries are in the EU. Traveling between Austria and the Czech Republic requires only a cursory glance at our passports and we’re through.”
“Julie — I don’t have a passport.”
“I know that. I borrowed my roommate’s boyfriend’s passport. He looks vaguely similar to you except he wears a beard. It’s perfect. If they give you any grief, just say you shaved your beard. Can you still speak German?”
“I’m rusty,” he replied, rubbing his temples.
“We’ll be fine.”
“No. It’s too risky. They’re looking for me. I’m sure the border patrol has a photograph of me. We need to think of a different way to get me across.”
They sat in silence.
“The trunk,” she announced decisively.
“What?”
“You can hide in the trunk. They don’t search vehicles at border crossings in the EU. It’s unheard of. I have never had a car searched in all my travels throughout Europe. Not once, Will.”
“Are you crazy? Absolutely not. I’d rather take my chances crossing the border on foot. Do you have a map?”
“Yes, but Will,” she pleaded as she reached across his body and into the glove box to retrieve a map. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for us to be separated.”
She unfolded the map and handed it to him. He held the paper at angle so the faint light emanating from the glovebox lit the page. “We’re heading south on 422. We just passed through the town of Nemocnice Valtice. If I get out here and walk a couple kilometers east and then a few kilometers south I can meet you here in Schrattenberg on the other side of the border. You drive through border control by yourself and wait for me on the other side. I’ll look for you parked along the L22 in town. It’ll probably take me an hour or more, so drive thirty minutes out of town and then turn around and come back. That way you minimize the time you’re loitering. Park the car along the curb and wait for me, with the doors locked. I’ll find you.”
“I don’t know, Will. It sounds pretty risky to me. If someone sees you trying to cross the border then you’re guilty by default. They would apprehend you, arrest you, and probably hold you for weeks. I would be powerless to help you.”
“And what would happen if they find me in the trunk?”
“Touché, touché. But they won’t look in the trunk. I promise.”
He didn’t answer.
“They won’t, Will. Trust me. I’ve gotten us this far, haven’t I? We’re in my backyard now, experience says they don’t look in the trunk.”
He nodded.
He was tired of making decisions. Maybe, she was right.
Chapter Thirteen
“You want me to do what?” the young woman behind the reception desk exclaimed.
“I want you to close the Internet café for thirty minutes. I have a very important email to write, and I cannot be disturbed,” Raimond Zurn repeated. His brother Udo stood towering behind him, scowling at the young woman.
“But, Sir, we are full of customers.”
Raimond surveyed the Internet café. “Full of customers? I see only two. Besides, it’s very late. These people should be at home asleep. You’ll be doing them a favor.”
“We are the only twenty-four hour Internet café in Prague and we never close. That’s the owner’s policy. Besides, you’re not my boss. We don’t close the store because a customer wants to work on a computer alone,” she said with nervous conviction.
Raimond smiled. He could snap the girl’s neck so fast that her brain would not even register that she had died, but killing this young woman was entirely unnecessary for him to obtain what he wanted. It was the power to decide the fate of others that intoxicated him. He immersed himself in moments such as these and wished he could slow down time to revel in her uncertainty for hours instead of seconds. The girl’s courage was as real as it was foolish, and he admired her for it.
The smile faded from his face as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a wad of rolled bills.
“Maybe we should start again. In my hand is five hundred euros. I would like to buy thirty minutes of time on all the computers in the café right now.”
“You’re offering me a bribe?”
“No. I’m offering to buy thirty minutes of time on ALL the computers. How you account for the time and payment is up to you.”
The clerk looked down for a moment, considering. Then she nodded and said, “Okay. Thirty minutes for five hundred euros, you have a deal.”
His lips curled into a tight smile. “See, I knew you would make the right decision.”
The young woman turned to her computer and began typing on the keyboard. Groans and expletives filled the air of the café as she systematically performed an administrator logoff of all the computers. She stood up and made an announcement in Czech followed by the same announcement in English.
“I apologize for the inconvenience, but a virus has been detected on our network. To prevent infection of all the computers, this gentleman must perform a virus scan on all workstations. I will give a re-fund to all customers for your remaining time or a voucher for a free hour to be used at another time. Once again, I apologize, and please don’t forget to take your personal items with you when you leave.”
Once the Internet café had emptied, the girl turned to Raimond and asked, “Which computer would you like to use?”
Raimond pointed to a terminal in the back corner against the wall where he had confronted Will Foster.
“That one,” he said.
The woman typed a flurry of keystrokes on the master computer and wrote down a username and password on a slip of paper and handed it to the bounty hunter. “Okay, it’s ready. Just type in this login and password and you will have thirty minutes.”
Raimond snatched the paper from her hand. Then, to his brother he said, “Go and wait by the door. No one enters until I’m finished.”
Udo nodded and took station at the entrance.
Raimond walked to the computer and sat down. He retrieved a portable hard drive from inside his overcoat pocket and then connected a USB cable to one of the open ports on the back of the computer tower. He inserted a CD-ROM into the disc tray and loaded a program designed to copy the entire contents of the computer’s hard drive onto his portable hard drive. In fifteen minutes, the computer’s hard drive was mirrored onto his drive. He disconnected the cable, ejected the CD, and tucked the hardware back inside his gray overcoat.