Samarin agreed to the meeting: five o’clock at the water tower. “No police. You and I will talk. You will speak to your children on the cell phone, and then we’ll drive back to Schwetzingen.”
4 Blow-by-blow
If wishes came true, I would be living in one of the pavilions on top of the two elegant sandstone houses at the corner of Friedrichsplatz and Augusta anlage. I would put a lounger out on the balcony, set up the Zeiss telescope I inherited from my father, and watch what happened from a distance. Instead, I found myself standing by the water tower, where I couldn’t be of any use.
Welker got there well before five. He walked around the water tower, looked into the empty basins, and kept peering from the Rosengarten all the way to the Kunsthalle Museum. He was very nervous. He kept hugging his chest as if he were trying to hold on to himself. He walked too fast, and whenever he stopped he stepped nervously from one foot to the other. Nägelsbach, in his police uniform, sat on a bench, relaxed as if enjoying a break. His wife was sitting next to him.
From the pavilion I would probably also have had all of Samarin’s men in view. I saw the blue Mercedes-it was standing in front of the bus station on the Kaiserring, and a man was sitting at the wheel. I didn’t see the other young men. I didn’t see Samarin, either, until he crossed the Kaiser-ring and came walking toward Welker. He had a heavy, strong gait, as if nothing could sway or stop him. More likely than not, he had inspected the perimeter and had assured himself that everything was fine. If Welker had involved the police, they would not have sent a policeman in uniform to the meeting place and have him sitting next to a woman. Nor would the police have tolerated my presence. Samarin peered at the water tower, shook his head, and chuckled.
Later I forgot to ask Welker what Samarin had said, and what his reply had been. They did not talk for long. We had planned everything blow-by-blow.
The ambulance waited in the Kunststrasse until the light turned green. It drove across the Kaiserring and around the fountain in front of the water tower and turned on its siren and flashing lights a few meters away from Welker and Samarin. Samarin was annoyed. He turned and looked at the ambulance. Philipp, in a white coat, came out from the front, and Füruzan and another nurse hopped out from the back, in uniform and wheeling a stretcher. Then Samarin saw Frau Nägelsbach collapsed in front of the bench, and his annoyance subsided at the very moment Philipp placed a hand on his shoulder and plunged a syringe into his arm. Samarin staggered, and it looked as if Philipp were grabbing hold of him to steady him and prop him up. Then Samarin collapsed onto the stretcher, which in the twinkling of an eye was wheeled into the ambulance. The nurses pulled the doors shut, Philipp jumped into the driver’s seat, and the ambulance sped off along the Friedrichsring. Nägelsbach saw to his wife, who was savoring her role by not regaining consciousness. She came to her senses only once the ambulance’s siren died away in the distance, and Nägelsbach walked her to the taxi stand in front of the Deutsche Bank. Within a minute it was all over.
The Mercedes lunged forward with squealing tires, tore over the median strip and the streetcar tracks, and sped along the Friedrichsring in fruitless pursuit of the ambulance. I still couldn’t see the other young men. None of the people strolling in the park stopped: nobody was surprised, nobody spoke to anyone, nobody asked what had happened. It had all happened so quickly.
I sat down on the bench where the Nägelsbachs had been sitting and lit one of my rare cigarettes. Rare cigarettes don’t taste good. They taste like one’s first cigarette, which doesn’t taste good, either. In half an hour Samarin would regain consciousness in a windowless storeroom in the hospital, laced into a straitjacket and strapped to the bed. I would negotiate with him-we knew each other. Welker insisted that Samarin be exchanged for his children. He wanted Samarin to experience his defeat to the fullest. “Otherwise he’ll never leave me in peace.”
5 In the dark
I found Samarin with his eyes closed. There wasn’t enough space for a chair; I leaned against the wall and waited. He was still in a straitjacket and strapped to the bed.
He opened his eyes, and I noticed that he’d been keeping them shut only in order to feel, hear, and sniff out my mood and state of mind. He looked at me stonily but said nothing.
“Welker wants his children back. He will exchange you for his children. And he wants you out of his life and his bank.”
Samarin smiled. “So that all will be right with the world once more. Those up there among themselves, and we down here among ourselves.”
I didn’t say anything.
“How long do you intend to keep me here?”
I shrugged. “As long as necessary. This room isn’t used. If you make trouble, you’ll be pumped full of pills and dragged before a judge, who’ll have you committed to a psychiatric ward. Though you should really be dragged to court for murder. But that can come later.”
“If I don’t return to my men soon they will harm the children. That was the plan: if something happens to me, something will happen to the children.”
I shook my head. “Think about it. I’ll be back in an hour.”
Philipp, Füruzan, and her colleague were in the nurses’ room drinking cognac. Füruzan was fluttering adoringly around Philipp. The other nurse was thrilled at having been taken along on a mission that seemed important and dangerous, even though she didn’t quite understand it. Philipp had regained his debonair swagger, kept going over the escapade with glee, and was bubbling over with excitement. “His look when he felt the prick of the needle! And the way Frau Nägelsbach lay on the ground! How fast and smoothly it went! And the wild drive with sirens blaring!”
Welker relaxed only gradually. At the water tower he had sat down silently beside me on the bench. A few minutes later we got in the taxi the Nägelsbachs had sent us from the taxi stand. Before we had the driver take us to the hospital we drove through the streets of Mannheim until we were certain that nobody was following us. Throughout the trip, Welker had sat pale and silent. Now he was listening to Philipp as if he couldn’t believe what had happened. “Can I have a cognac, too?”
When the hour was up, I went back to Samarin.
“What about my money?”
“Your money?”
“Okay, only part of it is mine. That’s why I need it. My… my business partners will not be too happy if their money’s gone.”
“If you will disappear more reliably with the money than you would without it, I’m certain Welker won’t mind your taking it. I’ll ask him.” I left and talked to Welker.
Welker recoiled. “Good God! The last thing I want is his dirty money! If I had found it, I’d have given it to charity. Once it’s gone, it’s gone: let him come tomorrow and take it.”
I reported this to Samarin. He looked stunned. “That’s what Welker said? The meanest and most miserly man I know?”
“That’s what he said.”
Samarin closed his eyes.
“You need more time? I’ll come back later.”
Philipp wanted to head out with the others to eat, drink, and celebrate. “We’ll go now, and you can follow us later. The Nägelsbachs will be coming, too. When Samarin finally plays along, it’ll still be hours before the children get here. You don’t have to stand guard over him. He won’t get away, and if he kicks up a fuss the night nurse will give him an injection.”