20Erika reached across the table. Her fingertips were cool on the back of my hand. “We must get to him. Before he kills more people.”
The same gesture, the same intimate tones that Krüger had used only hours before. The contrast between them was electrifying. Erika’s fierce vitality made her touch galvanic, sending a hot rush to my brain. Get him. Get Krüger. Stop that bomb from going off.
And then the rush vanished. “My father . . .” My voice faded away. I shivered. The creosote-tinged air had grown colder. I clenched my teeth to stop them from chattering. Stefan was on my side, not Krüger’s. But that was no help to me now. My situation was hopeless. I couldn’t escape from Krüger’s trap in time.
Erika tapped the paper against the tabletop. “You must send this message. Order the jet for
