He lay on the same bunk when he woke the next morning. The hallucinations of the previous day had receded. He could hear birdsong in the jungle. Maier still existed. He lay in a thousand-year-old temple in the dark heart of Cambodia, alive and mentally intact. But he was no longer in the mood for it. Today would be his last day. A knife, a bullet, an injection, he didn’t care which. It just had to be quick.
“Do we know each other?”
The White Spider. Maier recognised the man immediately, despite the fact that he’d never seen him before.
Today he’d reverted to his human shape. The man was at least seventy, as tall as Maier, but twenty kilos or so lighter. He wore khaki jeans, a thin white cotton shirt and a tie. He stood, slightly bent, over the detective. The Omega on his wrist was likel
