Maier and Carissa had spent a second night on the roof of the casino. The boy had cradled his AK like a baby and had fallen asleep on the stairs in front of them. Four of the girls took turns guarding them during the night. They hadn’t spoken or slept much. Just before dawn, Carissa had moved in his arms.
“Maier, we need to get out of here. I feel sick all the time.”
“I’m not exactly doing great either. Just be glad you still have your legs. Today we can walk again. Lorenz knows that everything here is going down the drain. He talks about dying all the time. Perhaps he has enough and wants to provoke an end, even if, or precisely because this would destroy his plans in Cambodia.”
Carissa got up and fished a crumpled joint from her trouser pocket.
“By the way, Rolf went crazy in Kep the
