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My German is pretty limited, but even I can spot signs for a train station when I need to. The signs are infrequent, but at least they let me know I’m going in the right direction. I keep the river to my left, walking along the pretty pleasant footpath, watching the planes landing and taking off from the airport on the other side of the river.
The worst thing about all this – and the thing that I’m trying to keep tucked away right at the very back of my mind – is that I don’t know where the threat’s coming from. I have absolutely no idea who killed Lisa and Jess and who’s trying to get to me. It could be anyone – that bloke over there – someone watching from an office block. I’ve no way of knowing. Whoever it is, they’ve managed to track me down to a campsite out in the middle of Swit
