'Why should they have thought that you could find her?'
'Before the war I was a detective with the Berlin police.'
'I should have known,' she snorted.
'Not really,' I said, straightening my tie, and jabbing a cigarette into my sour-tasting mouth, 'but I should certainly have known that your boyfriend was arrogant enough to go and look for Heim on his own. It was stupid of me to think that he would wait.' I climbed back into my overcoat and picked up my hat. 'Do you think they would have taken her to Grinzing?' I asked her.
'Now I come to think of it, I had the idea they were going to Veronika's room, wherever that is. But if she's not there, Grinzing would be as good a place to look as any.'
'Well, let's hope she's home.' But even as I said it, I knew in my guts that this was unlikely.
Lotte stood up. The jacket covered her chest and her upper torso, but left bare the burning bush which earlier had spoken so persuasively and left me feeling as sore as a skinned rabbit.
'What about me?' she said quietly. 'What shall I do?'
'You?' I nodded down at her nakedness. 'Put the magic away and go home.'
Chapter 33
The morning was bright, clear and chilly. Crossing the park in front of the new town hall on my way to the Inner City, a couple of squirrels bounded up to say hello and check me out for breakfast. But before they got close they caught the cloud on my face and the smell of fear on my socks. Probably they even made a mental note of the heavy shape in my coat pocket and thought better of it. Smart little creatures. After all, it wasn't so very long since small mammals were being shot and eaten in Vienna. So they hurried on their way, like living scribbles of fur.
At the dump where Veronika lived they were used to people, mostly men, coming and going at all hours of the day and night, and even if the landlady had been the most misanthropic of lesbians, I doubt she would have paid me much attention if she had met me on the stairs. But as it happened there was nobody about, and I made my way up to Veronika's room unchallenged.
I didn't need to break the door in. It was wide open, just like all the drawers and cupboards. I wondered why they had bothered when all the evidence they needed was still hanging on the back of the chair where Doctor Heim had left it.
'The stupid bitch,' I muttered angrily. 'What's the point of getting rid of a man's body if you leave his suit in your room?' I slammed a drawer shut. The force dislodged one of Veronika's pathetic sketches from off the chest of drawers, and it floated to the floor like a huge dead leaf. K/nig had probably turned the place over out of pure spite. And then taken her to Grinzing. With an important meeting there that morning I couldn't see that they would have gone anywhere else. Assuming that they didn't kill her outright. On the other hand, if Veronika told them the truth about what had happened that a couple of friends had helped her to dispose of Heim's body after his suffering a heart attack, then (if she had omitted mentioning Belinsky's name and my own) perhaps they would let her go. But there was a real possibility that they might still kick her around to make sure she had told them everything she knew: that by the time I arrived to try and help her I would already be exposed as the man who had dumped Heim's body.
I remembered how Veronika had told me about her life as a Sudeten Jew during wartime. How she had hid in lavatories, dirty basements, cupboards and attics.
And then a DP camp for six months. 'A bit of hard life,' was how Lotte Hartmann had described it. The more I thought about it, the more it seemed to me that she'd had very little of what could properly be called life at all.
I glanced at my wristwatch and saw that it was seven o'clock. There were still three hours to go before the meeting started: longer before Belinsky could be expected with 'the cavalry', as he put it. And because the men who had taken Veronika were who they were, I began to think that there was a real possibility that she wouldn't live that long. It looked as if I had no choice but to go and get her myself.
I took out my revolver, thumbed open the six-shot cylinder and checked that it was fully loaded before heading back downstairs. Outside, I hailed a taxi at the rank on Kartnerstrasse and told the driver to go to Grinzing.
'Whereabouts in Grinzing?' he asked, accelerating away from the kerb.
'I'll tell you when we get there.'
'You're the boss,' he said, speeding on to the Ring. 'Only reason I asked was that everything there will be shut at this time of the morning. And you don't look like you're going hill-walking. Not in that coat.' The car shuddered as we hit a couple of enormous potholes. 'And you're no Austrian. I can tell that from your accent. You sound like a pifke, sir. Am I right?'
'Skip the university-of-life class, will you? I'm not in the mood.'
'That's all right, sir. Only reason I asked was in case you were looking for a little bit of fun. You see, sir, only a few minutes further on from Grinzing, on the road to Cobenzl, there's this hotel the Schloss-Hotel Cobenzl.' He wrestled with the wheel as the car hit another pothole. 'Right now it's being used as a DP camp. There's girls there you can have for just a few cigarettes.
Even at this hour of the morning if you fancy it. A man wearing a good coat like yours could have two or three together maybe. Get them to put a nice show on for you between themselves if you know what I mean.' He laughed coarsely. 'Some of these girls, sir. They've grown up in DP camps. Got the morals of rabbits, so they have. They'll do anything. Believe me, sir, I know what I'm talking about.
I keep rabbits myself.' He chuckled warmly at the thought of it all. 'I could arrange something for you, sir. In the back of the car. For a small commission of course.'
I leaned forwards on the seat. I don't know why I bothered with him. Maybe I just don't like garter-handlers. Maybe I just didn't much care for his Trotsky-lookalike face.
'That would be just great,' I said, very tough. 'If it weren't for a Russian table-trap I found in the Ukraine. Partisans put a tension-release grenade behind a drawer that they left half-open with a bottle of vodka in there, just to get your attention. I came along, pulled the drawer, the pressure was released and the grenade detonated. It took the meat and two vegetables clean off at my belly. I nearly died of shock, then I nearly died from loss of blood.
And when finally I came out of the coma I nearly died of grief. I tell you if I so much as see a bit of plum I'm liable to go mad with the frustration of it.
I'd probably kill the nearest man to me out of plain envy.' The driver glanced back over his shoulder. 'Sorry,' he said nervously, 'I didn't mean to '
'Forget it,' I said, almost smiling now.
When we came past the yellow house I told the driver to keep going to the top of the hill. I had decided to approach Nebe's house from the back, through the vineyards.
Because the meters on Vienna's taxis were old and out of date, it was customary to multiply the tariff shown by five to give the total sum payable. There were six schillings on the clock when I told him to stop, and this was all the driver asked me for, his hand trembling as he took the money. The car was already roaring away by the time I realized he had forgotten his arithmetic.
I stood there, on a muddy track by the side of the road, wondering why I hadn't kept my mouth shut, having intended to tell the man to wait a while. Now if I did find Veronika, I would have the problem of how to get away. Me and my smart mouth, I thought. The poor bastard was only offering a service, I told myself.