“Were you ever married?”
Lorenz smiled happily. The young fighting girls had cleared some of the overgrown garden behind the casino. Carissa, Maier and the White Spider sat in wheelchairs in the morning sun. The view across the Gulf of Thailand was gorgeous, the ridges of islands in the distance half submerged in clouds, the water placid and calm.
“Now, Maier, we’re getting closer to each other. Your critical, well-structured thinking is coming into play. Perhaps this is your true calling. Perhaps you lived your entire life in preparation for this moment. Now you’re asking the questions that a good biographer would think of. You’re beginning to dig for the morsels of information that lie buried between the lines of the official version – exactly the things that make a man what he is. You
