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Cinderella Book Two
by TS Severe

TS.Severe@yahoo.com

Chapter Six




    "Make yourself comfortable," Eva said as she closed and locked the
door of the apartment.

    "Thank you." Kurt smiled through the large windows overlooking
Romerberg square. "You have a nice view from up here." 

    He turned his head to see the woman removing her jacket,
stretching her lean body against the tight black leather dress beneath
it. The sitting room wasn't spacious by any means, but comfortable and
warm with the afternoon sun spilling through the windows. It was long
and narrow, rectangular with brightly painted walls and furniture, in
blue, yellow, and green for the most part. To the right was the
kitchen and small dining room, to the left a short hallway leading to
the bedroom and bath.

    "A very nice view," he decided, taking a deep breath.

    Eva draped her jacket over the back of the chair where her purse
sat and then retrieved her Walther nine millimeter, pointing the
weapon at Kurt.

    "Make yourself comfortable there, is what I meant," she told the
man, indicating a tan and yellow sofa with a nod of her head.

    "Eva," Kurt sighed.

    "Sit down," she said, watching as he did just that and Eva soon
took a seat opposite him on a matching chair with a glass coffee table
between them.

    "Would it do me any good to ask you anything?" Eva wondered and
Kurt lifted his hands with an apologetic smile.

    "I won't have the answers you want," he said, leaning back against
the padded sofa. 

    "Even if I shoot you in the knees?"

    "I'll probably lie in that case." Kurt chuckled softly. "Wolfgang
will have the answers when he returns."

    "Hmmm..." Sophia crossed her long legs, pulling her skirt high along
the left thigh. She stroked her pale skin with the suppressor attached
to her pistol while she regarded Kurt with cool blue eyes.

    "Could we have a drink perhaps?" he asked gently.

    "No." Eva gave him a bare shake of her head. "You're a good
looking man, Herr Glauss."

    "You're an exceptional woman, Frau Brandt," Kurt replied, using
the honorific deliberately. 

    "You know we're married?" Eva tilted her head. "More of your...
rumors?"

    "Just so," the man agreed with a shrug. "I've long wanted to make
your acquaintance."

    "Why?"

    "Pure selfishness, I assure you," he replied with a smile. "Just
sitting here is a pleasure for me."

    "I'm not beautiful." Eva uncrossed her legs and played the pistol
along the inside of right thigh.

    "Beauty is so often boring." Kurt wrinkled his nose playfully. "We
expect too little of it and we're rarely disappointed, don't you
think?"

    "Do you want me to disappoint you?" Eva licked her lips, pushing
her skirt upwards as the cold steel found the hollow of thigh.

    "Do you think you can?" Kurt asked, watching the shadow between
the woman's legs.

    "Take out your cock," Eva said. "I want to see it. Make it hard
for me."

    "I'm already hard for you." 

    Kurt watched her face as he unzipped his dark trousers, giving a
soft grunt and a self-conscious smile as he reached inside to remove
his penis. He pulled his manhood free, stiff with arousal and already
damp at the tip as Kurt pulled his foreskin back. He was not so thick
perhaps, but very long with prominent veins and a mushroom shaped
glans. The ridge was pronounced and his skin stretched around it,
almost painfully from the momentary look on the man's face, and then
it was free and completely exposed. Kurt's foreskin wrapped beneath
the head and around the shaft in tight rolls like pink rubber bands
one atop another.

    "Your balls too," Eva breathed, nodding her head and pressing the
muzzle of the suppressor against the lace of her panties, teasing her
clitoris as it struggled to emerge from its sheath.

    "As you wish," Kurt agreed softly, pulling at his cock with his
left hand and using his right to pull his generous scrotum free. His
dark sack lay on his trousers in a pool of hirsute skin and the twin
orbs of his testes were obvious and very large to Eva's experienced
eyes.

    "You have a nice cock," she decided. "Stroke it for me. Slowly,
please."

    "May I see you also, Eva?" Kurt asked her as he began to work his
right fist up and down the shaft, drawing his soft skin back and forth
over the blood engorged muscle beneath.

    "Hmmm..." Eva nodded, lifting herself from the chair and unzipping
her skirt. She let it fall around her feet and sat once more,
spreading her well-toned legs wide, hooking her knees over the arms of
the chair so that Kurt could see her panties stretched tightly across
her shaven sex. The hollows of her thighs were deep and soft, with
thin blue veins visible beneath her alabaster skin.

    Kurt nodded his handsome head, massaging his prick slowly as he
watched the girl rub the pistol across her sex, pressing inward
against the black cotton panel of her panties until it split her
hidden labia. Eva kept her eyes fixed on the man's cock, staring at it
with her cobalt eyes. She licked her lips as a clear drop of precum
appeared at the tip, just sitting there for a moment before spilling
down the shaft to be swept away by Kurt's slow fingers. She felt her
own wetness growing, the smell of her growing arousal wafting through
the still air of the apartment. Eva's nipples burned beneath her
leather blouse and she ignored the urge to feel them, to pinch and
pull her tender flesh.

    "Show me..." Kurt whispered.

    Eva smiled at that, reaching with her right hand to pull the
gusset of her panty aside with a thin tearing sound. The nylon dug
into her right hip and then parted as she gave the material an
impatient jerk, suddenly exposing her florid sex to Kurt's gaze. Her
pink pussy lips were distended, small and soft and wrinkled as they
clung together at the entrance to her cunt. At the top of her slit,
Eva's clitoris was completely exposed, erect like a single, delicate
stigma bound by miniature petals of flesh.

    She drew a sharp breath through her nose, sucking on her bottom
lip as the metal slid across her clit and between Eva's labia,
splitting them slowly. She angled the weapon and pressed the smooth
suppressor inside her sex, splitting her soft walls centimeter by
centimeter while Kurt jerked himself off with increasing urgency.
Eva's pussy lips clung to the steel and were turned inward with the
penetration, disappearing as the girl took nearly all of the
suppressor before pulling it back out slowly.

    The girl's lips emerged, clinging greedily to the long tube as it
gleamed with a thin coat of Eva's juices. Eva pumped her pussy for
several minutes never completely removing the pistol from her cunt,
but pushing it in and out while Kurt masturbated across from her. His
cock was nearly 20cm long she thought, perhaps even more than that,
and precum was leaking readily now, his darkening shaft coated with
the wetness beneath his fingers. Eva was going to cum, she thought,
just from this. From watching a handsome man stroke himself for her
pleasure. For a brief moment the girl thought that would be enough,
but no...

    Eva pulled the suppressor free of her sex completely, frowning at
the emptiness and desperate to filled with something larger, something
long and hot and capable of bringing her off. She moved quickly to
Kurt, straddling him as he sat on the sofa. Her vulnerable pussy
hovering above the head of his aching cock. His eyes stared into Eva's
face and he licked his lips as she brought the pistol to his mouth,
prodding him to open for the weapon as she eased the tainted steel
between his lips. She lowered herself at the same time, comparing
their progress, and as the suppressor entered Kurt's mouth fully, so
too his cock slid into Eva's eager sex.

    "Mmmpphh..." Kurt's dark green eyes widened as he felt the walls of
Eva's sex clasping around his prick. She was taking him slowly,
letting herself grow used to the man and perhaps making the excuse to
tease him with her pistol. She worked the tube in and out, as if
fucking Kurt's mouth with her pistol and giving him a little more in
time with his penetration of her sex. She could see his mouth working,
his tongue washing the cruel metal of her tart fluids. He grabbed
Eva's ass with both hands, digging his fingers into her soft flesh and
squeezing as he lifted his hips in an effort to drive himself deeper.

    "Yessss..." Eva agreed, breathing harder and nodding her head. "Fuck
me...Fuck me good now, harder...Harder! Inside me! Fuck me..."

    She was moving against him, pushing her cunt down to feel his
cockhead reaching for the tender bottom of her sex and finding it with
a sharp burst of pleasure. He was very long and Eva enjoyed the
sensation as her cunt was forced to stretch around the man, to
accommodate his desire to have her completely. She pushed the pistol
deeper as well, finding the back of Kurt's throat with the muzzle of
the suppressor and bringing a weak gagging sound, a slight jerk as he
tilted his head and winced.

    "When you cum inside me..." Eva gasped. "I'll cum inside you...You
want it...Yeah? You want me to...Ughmmm...Ejaculate in your mouth...Fuck me...
Cum for me...We'll cum together..."

    Her finger caressed the trigger as Kurt opened his eyes, shaking
his head carefully and still helpless to do anything but to hold the
girl against him. He was going to cum soon, Eva could sense it easily
and she was working her experienced cunt as best she could, tensing
her muscles and clenching the walls of her sex around him. She
squirmed against his deepest thrusts, holding herself down with his
balls against her anus. She rocked her hips, grinding her sex on the
man's prick even as she pushed the pistol harder against his resisting
esophagus.

    "Ahhh!" Eva gasped as her orgasm suddenly erupted and she pulled
her pistol free of Kurt's mouth, dropping it to the floor behind the
sofa so she could cling to the man. 

    Her body shook with the effort of cumming, the girl's eyes
shutting tightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled
Kurt's face against the her leather bound breasts. She was lost to the
moment, to the flood of animal passion that filled her. She felt the
man's teeth biting her swollen nipples through her blouse and his
hands digging into her flushed skin. She could feel his cock as if it
were the center of the universe, with her body twisted around it,
squeezing the spike of pleasure upon which she was impaled.

    Kurt was cumming as well, still fucking her through his orgasm, He
pumped his seed into Eva's greedy sex without pause or warning, merely
pulling the girl as tightly against him as possible. The air rushed
from Eva's lungs as the sensation of his cock jerking against the
pillow of her cervix brought her off again. One orgasm spilled into
another and she was incapable of doing anything else. All Eva could do
was cum and clutch at the man desperately until the long moment
passed.

    "Move this way..." Kurt breathed several minutes later, pushing Eva
to her back on the sofa.

    He'd undressed quickly and then removed her clothes as well,
smiling at the girl while Eva had watched and slowly recovered from
her multiple orgasms. She felt like she'd been hit by a truck, but a
very soft one that had only bruised her feverish mind. Her body was
full of energy and her heart still raced as she enjoyed the view of
the man's splendid body. He was much like Wolfgang in that way, very
strong and well-toned without being vulgar. He had dark hair on his
chest and legs, and his cock was unwavering in its ardent admiration
of Eva.

    "Hmmm..." She smiled as she lay back beneath his tender insistence
and spread her legs to accommodate the man. 

    "This will be much better," Kurt promised, bringing his penis to
Eva's semen fill sex and entering the girl easily.

    "I hope not," Eva giggled weakly and then groaned beneath his
sudden thrust. "I don't know...if I can take...much better..."

    "You will," Kurt said with a smile, bringing his mouth to her
long, delicate neck and kissing her there.

    His cock went deep and stayed there, Kurt being content to rest
inside Eva's pussy while he explored her with his hands and mouth.
Every now and again he would shift, or more often she would move
beneath him, to feel the pressure of his cock someplace else inside
her. She was soaked, filled with their combined cum, but hot as well
and tight as she pulled at her pelvic muscles to tease the man. She
could fuck him just laying there, caressing his cock with the walls of
her sex, the mouth of her cunt wrapped lovingly around the base of his
prick.

    "No..." Eva turned her face away as Kurt's lips sought hers.

    "Kiss me," he whispered, bringing a hand to her hair as he laid on
his elbows top the girl.

    "I said no!" Eva looked at him, giving the man her intense stare.
"You can fuck me, but I won't kiss you."

    "I see," Kurt sighed, returning her gaze and apparently realizing
the truth of what she said. "Perhaps another time."

    "Perhaps." Eva softened with a smile and pulled his mouth to her
tits. "You can kiss me there...Hard...Bite them for me."

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Herr Brandt? I'm Veronique." A tall, dark skinned woman offered
Wolfgang a friendly smile. 

    Wolfgang looked up at the sound of her voice, struggling to push
away the fire of jealousy that Eva's confession had sparked in his
gut. She'd been fucking the man while they spoke, that had been
obvious, and his sister had delighted in telling Wolfgang exactly how
skilled the man was with his prick.

    He hadn't asked for a reason, Wolfgang could easily guess why his
sister would wish to punish him two days after visiting their father.
She'd been looking for a means and now she had one. It was something
he already understood about Eva, that there was nothing inviolable to
her. Nothing was sacred. She'd experienced death, or a form of it, a
shadow of lifeless eternity in her addiction that had left her deeply
scarred. It gave her a measure of strength that Wolfgang was still
learning to appreciate and while the anger and jealousy remained, by
the time Eva had whispered her breathless goodbye, Wolfgang had
already forgiven her.

    Now he was looking at Veronique and exquisite was very much the
proper word for her. She possessed a vaguely oriental face, very
feminine with a generous mouth and prominent cheeks. Her eyes were
dark and almond shaped with thin, arching eyebrows beneath thick,
luxuriously black hair. She wore pleated slacks and a blazer, both in
charcoal gray, with a white turtleneck blouse. Her clothes were well
fitted and the young woman's body was very fit with eye pleasing
curves, a flat stomach, and wonderfully full breasts.

    "Herr Mozart suggested I might find some way to entertain you,"
the woman said, her German perfect but soft and lilting with a
pronounced French accent. "Perhaps you'd like to freshen up?"

    "Yes. Thank you," Wolfgang said, clearing his throat and he felt
his face redden slightly as he realized he'd been staring at her.

    "Have you finished your call?" Veronique asked. "I can wait for
you outside if you like."

    "What? Oh. Yes, I'm finished," Wolfgang agreed, replacing the
phone in its cradle. "My...sister will be joining me shortly."

    "Of course." The girl smiled. "I understand she's with Kurt?"

    "Yes." Wolfgang nodded. "She is, uh...Where did you get that
wonderful accent?"

    "Hmmm?" Veronique laughed lightly. "I've been trying to hide it.
My father was a diplomat. I spent many years in Paris. Come, I'll show
you to your room."

    "Is your mother French?" Wolfgang asked as they walked together
through the mansion.

    "No, her family was from Tehran originally," Veronique replied.
"They immigrated to Cologne before the revolution." 

    The woman stopped, putting a hand on one deftly rounded hip and
giving Wolfgang what he suspected was a pout. She was very attractive
and as they stood there he could smell her perfume, very faint but
very pleasant as well, like a tease for the senses and Wolfgang found
himself leaning into it.

    "And so my blood is Persian," she said softly. "Don't tell me you
that you can't tell."

    "My second guess," Wolfgang said with a smile. "What is it that
you do here?"

    "You mean, am I a secretary?" Veronique asked with playful smile.
"Am I one of the maids?"

    "No," Wolfgang said, shaking his head. "I'm merely curious. You
seem..."

    "Out of place?"

    "Yes," Wolfgang said. 

    "That's a difficult question to answer at the moment," Veronique
said with a small shrug. "The guest rooms are upstairs. I assumed
your, ummm...sister...would share your bed. Was I mistaken?"

    "You're obviously well informed," Wolfgang said slowly as they
climbed a wide, curving staircase.

    "I've offended you," Veronique decided. "Forgive me. I can be
rather too direct when I..."

    "When you what?" Wolfgang looked at her.

    "See something I like," the girl said with a long look into
Wolfgang's eyes. "Perhaps you as well?"

    They were paused at the top of the stairs and Wolfgang decided
quickly, reaching for Veronique and slipping his hand behind her neck
as he stepped close. He kissed her, lightly at first and then urgently
as her soft lips parted for his tongue. She offered him a low moan and
pressed her ripe breasts against his chest as Wolfgang's other hand
found the small of her back and pulled her hips against him. He was
already growing hard for her and the pressure of his trapped erection
pressed low against her belly was welcome.

    "Where's my room?" Wolfgang asked her a moment later, whispering
the words in her ear.

    "There..." Veronique licked her lips and smiled. "I'll show you."

    They undressed each other quickly, kissing while they moved with
clumsy urgency. Veronique wore a red satin bra and matching panties
beneath her conservative attire, complimenting her dusky complexion
perfectly, and Wolfgang tugged the delicate straps from her shoulders
as she pushed his face between her heaving breasts. Veronique's tits
were ripe and firm, topped with smallish nipples colored like
chocolate and he took the left between his lips, suckling at the woman
and pressing his teeth into her flesh.

    She gasped and moaned in agreement with Wolfgang's attentions as
they stood just inside the closed doorway of his bedroom. Their
clothes were strewn haphazardly around them and Veronique's long,
delicate fingers found the man's cock as it jutted from between his
thighs and against her soft stomach. Wolfgang's mouth moved across her
breasts to kiss Veronique's right nipple, nibbling gently and washing
the swollen nub with his tongue. His hands moved across the woman's
hips, pushing her panties down her unbelievably smooth thighs until
they fell around her feet. 

    "Ummm...yessss..." Veronique breathed, lifting her left leg high with
Wolfgang's help. He held her just above the knee, pulling the girl
open as she pulled his cock towards her vulnerable sex. He kissed her
neck and then Veronique's mouth as she struggled to work his penis
between her engorged labia. The were already plump and greasy, soft as
the head of Wolfgang's cock slipped over and finally between them. The
swollen glans stretched the small mouth of Veronique's cunt, making
her gasp and shiver with pleasure.

    Wolfgang grabbed the girl roughly with his hands beneath her well-
rounded ass, desperate to feel more of the woman's vagina around him.
He picked Veronique up easily as she wrapped her arms around his neck
and shoulders. Her long legs went around Wolfgang's narrow hips as his
cock suddenly surged inside her pussy. She was tight and hot, very wet
inside and the sensation was immediate as the man pulled her down
fully, driving every centimeter of his thick penis into Veronique's
quivering sex.

    They both groaned loudly as Wolfgang pushed the woman against the
door, pinning her with his flushed body against hers. The added
leverage made it easier to stab his cock inside her with short, rapid
strokes. Veronique had locked her ankles around him and she pulled at
the man, thrusting with her pelvis to meet the torrid invasion of her
cunt. Her hard nipples burned into his skin, the woman's proud breasts
flattened against Wolfgang's chest as he possessed her completely. He
held her with his arms around her hips, flexing his knees and ramming
his cock upward to split the quivering folds of Veronique's sex.

    She screamed for him, loudly announcing her orgasm. Veronique's
mouth was on his forehead and eyes, kissing his cheeks and finally his
mouth as her body shook beneath the onslaught of pleasure. Their
tongues met, writhing over and around each other and moving wetly from
her mouth to his and back again. Wolfgang fucked her harder as the
pressure around his cock grew. Veronique's sex seemed to spasm with
deep contractions, like a fist gripping his penis and tugging at the
man, drawing him as far into the woman's cunt as he could possibly
get. He felt the dull sensation of his cockhead finding the bottom of
her pussy, the jolt of his passage being blocked by a pillow of tender
flesh and that too brought Veronique's to screaming rapture. He'd
never fucked a girl so vocal and unabashed in her sex and it was
driving him to take her almost violently.

    Their bodies pounded on the door, enough to rattle the stout
portal in its frame, and the sound must have echoed through the
otherwise quiet manor. On the wall beside them framed photographs of
the estate in years gone by shook and threatened to fall. Wolfgang was
grunting loudly with the effort of driving his cock into the young
woman's womb, his muscular body straining to finish himself off inside
this exotic beauty. Veronique was cumming again, moaning and suddenly
arching her back too far, carelessly finding the door with the back of
her head and she gasped blinking and smiling and shaking off whatever
pain that surprise might have brought.

    "Fuck me! Cum with me! Ohhhh...Fuck yessss..." She panted the words in
Wolfgang's ear, biting the man and urging him to join her seemingly
endless orgasms.

    "God!" Wolfgang exploded with that one word and an almost painful
release of semen into Veronique's clasping cunt. He nearly lost his
balance beneath the force of his ejaculation and he slammed the woman
into the door one last time, driving the air from her lungs as he held
her there, both of them frozen as they came together for a long,
intense moment of pure ecstasy.

    "Oh Jesus," Wolfgang finally breathed, blinking at Veronique and
smiled wearily back at him. "Did I hurt you?"

    "No." She giggled and kept her legs tight around the man, his cock
still swollen inside her. "That's exactly how I like it."

    "Good." Wolfgang grinned, nodding his head and licking his lips.
His cock had softened somewhat, but not enough to escape the delicious
confines of her cum filled sex and already he could feel himself
recovering.

    "Put me on the bed now," Veronique suggested. "We have time for
more, I think. Much more."

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 

    "Eva." Wolfgang smiled and held out his hand to help his sister
from the car. He was fresh from a shower, she noted, and his suit
looked somewhat rumpled.

    "Wolfgang." She smiled in reply and let him take her hand. 

    She'd changed clothes after her own long shower, dressing down
deliberately in black denim jeans and sheer white blouse over her
black bra. She carried her leather jacket and purse, leaving her
Walther behind in the car at Kurt's polite insistence. He'd driven
them to the estate, Eva blindfolded for much of the trip to her
annoyed amusement. She suspected it was more for show, for some
dramatic theatrical purpose rather than a practical exercise in
secrecy. It was clear to her that they were most likely somewhere in
the Black Forest, southwest of Stuttgart.

    "Did you have a good trip?" Wolfgang asked, glancing at Kurt as he
exited the driver's seat. 

    The man merely nodded his head politely; neither smiling nor
showing any indication that he'd spent the better part of three hours
fucking Wolfgang's sister-wife. 

    "It was boring," Eva said and her eyes were on the woman standing
a few meters away, a lovely creature with exotic features. "Who's that
woman?"

    "Hmmm?" Wolfgang turned his head to see Veronique smile at him,
tilting her head as a cool breeze ruffled her still damp hair.
"Veronique. She was, uh..."

    "Entertaining your brother," Veronique stepped forward, meeting
Eva's cold blue eyes with her own. "I'm Veronique Dahl. It's a
pleasure to meet you."

    "You fucked her," Eva said to Wolfgang with a shrug. "Good. I was
worried about you."

    "We should go inside and..." Wolfgang's words were stopped as Eva
suddenly pressed her mouth against his, pushing her tongue past the
man's lips. She held his head in her hand, keeping him open for her
tongue as she explored Wolfgang's mouth for half a minute.

    "Remember who we are," Eva whispered after their long, deep kiss.
"Nothing else matters."

    "Yes," Wolfgang answered softly, finding Eva's eyes surprisingly
gentle.

    "Frau Brandt," Veronique stepped forward with her almond eyes
fixed on Eva's. "If I may show you to your room? Dinner will be served
shortly."

    "Thank you," Eva said coolly, putting her left arm through
Wolfgang's. "I'm very hungry."

    "I can only imagine," Veronique replied, sharing a brief smile
with Kurt before leading Wolfgang and Eva towards the house.

    Once inside their bedroom Wolfgang explained what the man calling
himself Mozart had told him. Eva sat on the bed which had already been
changed with fresh linen and the air smelled of scented disinfectant,
the cloying scent of lilacs attempting to cover the faint musk of
recent sex. Or so she liked to imagine and she rather enjoyed the
nervous looks that Wolfgang would give her while he spoke. 

    He was only man, she thought, and so it wasn't difficult to
understand why he'd fucked that woman. She was attractive and plainly
available, Eva could see that much just from her smile. Veronique was
probably disappointed that Wolfgang had given in so easily, but that
only spoke of her own experience with Kurt. It would have been more
satisfying if the man hadn't been so obviously eager from the moment
he'd laid on eyes on Eva.

    "So he works for the government," Eva sighed, falling back on the
pillows and she smiled. "There is a mirror on the ceiling."

    "Is there?" Wolfgang lied. "I hadn't noticed."

    "Shut-up," Eva said with a laugh. "There's probably a camera
behind it. This old man will probably watch movies of you and that
woman tonight. Was she good?"

    "How was Kurt?" Wolfgang asked, sitting on the bed and looking
upward.

    "Very good," Eva said.

    "Like Veronique then." Wolfgang looked at his sister. "He'll offer
us work, but he won't tell us what it is until we agree to it."

    "He knows our father..."

    "So he claims." Wolfgang shrugged.

    "He does," Eva insisted. "Papa wasn't surprised to see me."

    "Oh..." Wolfgang smiled slowly, unsure of what she meant. "I think
he was."

    "No," Eva said. "He was expecting me. There was relief in eyes,
but not surprise."

    "What do you mean?"

    "Either he knew nothing about what happened to me," Eva said, "or
he knew everything."

    "He knew you weren't dead." Wolfgang nodded. "It's possible that
he didn't know. If he has no access to television or the newspapers..."

    "Or more likely he knew that you'd rescued me," Eva decided. "This
Mozart has been watching us. He said so himself, yeah? He's been
keeping Papa informed."

    "Even if that's true..." Wolfgang shrugged. "What does it matter?"

    "I want to see him again. Mozart can arrange it." Eva sat up,
taking her brother's hand. "If he is who he claims to be, this man can
get us in. With no guards, no cameras. We can speak with him."

    "And you want to ask our father about Mozart?"

    "Of course." Eva smiled. "Before we accept anything, we have to
know the truth, Wolfgang. We have to hear it from someone we can
trust." 

    "He doesn't want to see us again," Wolfgang sighed.

    "Because of you," Eva reminded him with a frown. "He'll see us,
despite what Papa said. You know that and when we do, you will
apologize, yeah?"

    "Oh." Wolfgang snorted softly. "This is what you really want."

    "He's your father, Wolfgang." Eva nodded. "Whatever else he is,
you must remember that. Nothing else matters but who we are."

    "I love you," Wolfgang said, turning and pushing his sister back
to the pillows, leaning over her and moving for a kiss.

    "Stop," Eva whispered, pressing two fingers against the man's
lips. "You'll apologize and we'll forget the rest. Do you promise?"

    Wolfgang stared at his sister and finally nodded. "I promise,
Eva."

    "Then you may kiss me," she whispered, moving her fingers from his
mouth to his neck and pulling him close. "I love you too."

    Their kiss was interrupted by a soft knock upon the door.

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Ah...My dear," Mozart rose from his chair to greet Eva warmly,
kissing the woman on her left cheek. "It's good to have you here.
Thank you for coming."

    "How could I refuse such a handsome invitation?" she asked the old
man with a humorless smile.

    "You have your mother's eyes," Mozart said. "And your father's dry
wit. I can tell already that I'm going to like you very much."

    The dining room was large and ornate, like the antique table and
chairs that dominated the room. A dozen people could have been seated
easily, but there were only the three of them and they sat in patient
silence as two older servants arrived from the kitchen with their
dinner.

    "I hope you won't think it rude if we discuss business?" Mozart
wondered with an apologetic smile. "I assume Wolfgang has told you of
our discussion?"

    "What little there was to tell," Wolfgang said pointedly. "I'm
afraid we're still at a loss to understand what it is you want from
us."

    "I want you to work with me, for the German government," the man
said. "The pay is small, the danger great, and no one will ever know
who you are or what you've done to serve your country."

    "I've served my country before, Herr Mozart," Eva said, picking up
her wine glass. "And I've heard this speech before, coming from the
mouths of men who betrayed me."

    "I understand, Eva." He leaned forward, giving the girl his clear
gray eyes. "You'll always live with that pain and nothing can make it
go away. But I am not those men."

    "I don't know who you are," Eva said simply. "You have a big
house. You have servants and bodyguards. You have men and women who
will fuck on command, no? What does it mean?"

    "Eva..." Wolfgang cleared his throat, glancing to see the old man's
reaction.

    "I was a whore, Herr Mozart," Eva continued with her intense blue
eyes unwavering. "It was honest work, at least. The only truth I knew
for a long time. Can you promise the same?"

    "You require some proof," Mozart sighed. 

    "We wish to speak with our father..." Wolfgang answered. 

    "Privately," Eva added.

    "Can you arrange it?" Wolfgang asked. "We can't agree to anything,
until we've spoken with him."

    "It will take a few days," Mozart replied after a moment's
thought. "Yes. I'll arrange it for you."

    "Good." Eva's eyes softened and she held up her glass in toast.
"Thank you, Herr Mozart."

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    "Fuck!" Eva gasped, throwing herself against the aluminum shed
with a sharp bang. She coughed and wiped her mouth with the back of
her right hand, holding her Glock 17 in the left.

    "We're almost there," Wolfgang said, checking the magazine in his
own pistol and slapping it back into place. "I've got three rounds."

    "I've got two," Eva breathed. "Do you know where she is?"

    "In the barn," Wolfgang answered and then shrugged. "I think.
Where's Kurt?"

    "He's down," Eva managed a weak smile. "I took Klein as well. He
was very surprised."

    "Heh!" Wolfgang smiled back at her, turning his body towards the
shed. He took a deep breath and jerked his head out for a fraction of
a second and then did it again.

    "Fifty meters open ground," he said. "There's a tractor and a
wooden fence, that's all. A hundred meters to the barn."

    "Yeah," Eva nodded, blinking at the sweat in her eyes and
picturing the layout from the briefing photographs they'd studied.
"That fucking DSR..." she breathed. "Sometimes I really hate your
girlfriend."

    "I'll go first," Wolfgang said. "When she takes the shot, you
follow me. Keep your head down, huh?"

    "Always," Eva agreed. 

    Wolfgang crouched for a moment in his standard Bundeswehr
fatigues, devoid of any patches or insignia, and without hesitating
took off at run towards the old, rusted farm tractor and the barn that
lay another fifty meters beyond it. He zigged left and right and right
again as sudden explosion of gravel blossomed bright orange less than
three meters behind him. There was no sound and no muzzle flash of
course and the only reason he was still moving was because Veronica
had expected him to go left again.

    As soon as she saw the shot, Eva was sprinting to follow her
brother, running at a crouch to cover the distance in less than a
dozen seconds, slowed mainly by her own jinks and jukes to confuse the
sniper's aim. Even so, a round went past Eva's head close enough that
she could hear the air being rent by the projectile's swift passage.
She dove beneath the tractor as another shot hit the steel chassis
above her.

    "See her?" she asked Wolfgang. He'd removed a small range scope
from his pocket and was looking through it.

    "No," he answered. "It's dark inside. She's in the loft."

    "She'll move," Eva predicted and her brother nodded. "We don't
know what's in there either."

    "Scared?" Wolfgang teased her and Eva gave him a withering look.

    "Bored," she replied. "Let's go kill the bitch so we can go home."

    "You want to go first this time?"

    "Yeah," Eva nodded. "Left side. There's two...three windows, I
think, and the door."

    "Okay," Wolfgang said, tucking his scope away.

    Eva sprinted across the dirt towards the barn ahead of her. She
danced left and right, but there was nothing to evade. Veronique must
have given up her sniper rifle and now the woman would be waiting
someplace inside the large structure with her own pistol at the ready.
That wasn't a thought to comfort Eva, since she knew only too well how
skilled Veronique was with the Glock 17 she carried. 

    She reached the side of the barn, which was built of stone for
three meters and then wood for another ten above that before reaching
the steeply sloped roof. It was broad and roughly square, used over
the last hundred plus years to house the necessary animals and
equipment to operate the place as a working dairy farm. The farm had
been sold some ten years before, but the new owners had little
interest in agriculture.

    Wolfgang soon joined Eva and they approached the door warily. It
was a large sliding door on rusty rails. The windows were high on the
walls, three of them, all broken with jagged shards of dirty glass
jutting from the frames.

    "Take a look?" Eva wondered, eying one of the windows two meters
above head and Wolfgang frowned. "Didn't think so. Hi-low, I'll go
right, you go left, yeah?"

    "Okay," Wolfgang nodded. 

    The door was unlatched and one good shove would slide it open far
enough for the two of them to enter, or so he hoped. This wasn't the
scenario they'd wanted, chasing down Veronique in an unfamiliar
building, but that was precisely why she was in there and they had
little choice in the matter. The woman was their objective and orders
were orders.

    "On three..." Wolfgang breathed. "One...Two...Go!"

    He shoved the door open to the left as Eva crouched low and
stepped into the barn. She spun to the right, holding her pistol in
her left fist, cupped in the palm of her right hand. She scanned the
barn quickly, turning to her left as Wolfgang did the same thing,
crouched now as well, but aiming and looking higher as turned to his
right. It took them only a few seconds and then they were moving,
Wolfgang to take a position against the side of a wooden stall to the
left and Eva to the right, kneeling behind a stack of 50Kg feed bags,
old and moldy and ripped open by mice.

    Wolfgang gestured with his hands to indicate he would hold his
position. The left half of the barn appeared to be a double row of
stalls with a wide center berth and the loft above it. The right half
was more open and Eva would search it while Wolfgang watched her back.
She gave her brother a sardonic grin to show her dislike of the plan,
but it was the best they could do. Veronique was probably among the
stalls, where the cover was good and the geography much more to her
advantage. Even the relatively open space was full of shadows and odd
shaped implements, however, with tools hanging from the walls and
rafters and scattered haphazard about the dusty floor. 

    Eva frowned as she began to rise slowly, keeping her head low and
her arms straight, following her eyes with the pistol and ready to
pull the trigger in an instant if she spotted her prey. The hardest
part was staying relaxed, to keep breathing normally and use the
adrenaline that rushed through her blood. Eva's senses were heightened
with the excitement and she moved with graceful silence from cover to
cover. She paused frequently to the check her surroundings with her
eyes and ears, even her sense of smell as Veronique invariable wore
that damned perfume Wolfgang was so fond of. Eva had caught a hint of
it beneath the must of the barn and she licked her lips in
anticipation. Veronique wasn't in the stalls, she was...

    "Shhhh..." the soft sound sent a chill down Eva's back as she spun
quickly around and then looked up. Too late.

    Phhht!...Phhht!

    Two bright red splotches bloomed almost simultaneously on Eva's
chest, the force of the blows knocking her off balance so that she
stumbled a step backwards with a dull gasp. Veronique was above her,
lying nearly invisible on a thick rafter and smiling as she pointed
her Glock at Eva's astonished face.

    Phhht!

    A third whispered shot, barely audible, hit Veronica on her left
side, just below the ribs with a spatter of yellow, and the unexpected
impact nearly knocked the woman from her perch. She groaned and
gripped the ancient timber tightly and scowled at Wolfgang as he
walked towards her slowly, pointing his weapon at the exotic young
woman with a small smile curling his lips.

    "Are you alright?" he asked Eva and the girl nodded unhappily.

    "Considering I'm dead," she replied. "I thought you were watching
the stalls?"

    "I was watching you," Wolfgang said, putting his pistol in his
combat webbing and reaching for Veronique as she turned her body and
lowered herself from the rafter.

    "Nice shot," Veronique said sourly, letting herself go as Wolfgang
held her under the arms and lowered her to stand on the floor. "How
did you know I was there?"

    "I knew you'd want to save me for last," Wolfgang told her, wiping
the yellow paint off his fingers and onto his trousers. "You're too
predictable sometimes."

    "Keep thinking that," Veronique said with a small shake of her
head, "and I might surprise you someday."

    "But not this day," Wolfgang chuckled and that drew him a frown.

    The three of them started walking out of the barn and back towards
the house to watch the video and get their debriefing before running
the exercise again. The combat training course was fun, but unfair in
Eva's opinion. She much preferred the hand-to-hand fighting over the
cowboy gun play that Wolfgang loved. But at least it was more
interesting than the seemingly endless classes on fieldcraft. Dead
drops, rumors, brush passes, cutouts, switchbacks, dustbins, the
proper placement of surveillance equipment, and on and on. It was
necessary perhaps, but they were assassins, not spies, and after six
months of it they were both eager to get into the real world.

    "You shot me in the tits," Eva complained. "I might have expected
something else from you, Veronique."

    She was looking down at her chest and despite the bright blue
Glock 17T training pistols they were using, the paint pellets did
sting. Unlike most security forces that practiced with them, they were
not wearing any body padding or protection for the face and eyes.

    "Eva..." Veronique offered the blonde a pouting smile. "You know I
would never shoot you in the back."

    "Hmph." Eva narrowed her eyes, watching as the dark haired woman
put her hand on Wolfgang's shoulder and whispered something in his
ear. "What did she say?"

    "I said, I like your small targets," Veronique answered and
Wolfgang rolled his eyes, knowing he had the rest of the day to listen
to them going back and forth.

	=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

    "We made a mistake," Eva said softly, walking through the mist
with her arm around Wolfgang's waist.

    "What do you mean?"

    "The papers that man was carrying," she glanced behind her, but
they were alone as they left the Charles Bridge, turning left to walk
along the river embankment. "I'll show you."

    They stopped beneath a streetlamp, the dull yellow light barely
cutting ten meters through the thick fog. Eva reached inside her
leather jacket and pulled out a neatly typed letter, hastily folded
and wrinkled. The words were in Russian, stamped Most Secret top and
bottom and bearing official looking seals which made Wolfgang frown.

    "We weren't instructed to retrieve anything," Wolfgang said
slowly.

    "I know," Eva said with a shrug. "I was curious." 

    "What does it say?" he asked, knowing it was pointless to argue.

    "It's a list. Russian penetration of Germany by the SVR, the
Foreign Intelligence Service," Eva told him. "It lists individuals by
name, as well as their German code names and Russian code names. Dates
of service, control officers..."

    "Okay," Wolfgang nodded. "That's good then."

    "You don't wonder why it was necessary to terminate the source?"
Eva asked. "It seems like he would valuable if he was willing to pass
information like this."

    "Maybe," Wolfgang said. "Or maybe disclosure is a greater risk. We
don't want the Russians to know the information was leaked."

    "But see?" Eva smiled. "We're not supposed to have it, Wolfgang."

    "But..." he narrowed his eyes. "Who's on the list?"

    "Guess."

    "Eva, don't play games," Wolfgang looked at the paper in his
hands.

    "This one." She pointed at a name. "Wilhelm Beck...His SVR codename
is Witch and in Germany, he's known as...Mozart."

    "Mozart?" Wolfgang stared at his sister.

    "He's been working for the Russians," Eva said. "Since before the
Wall came down. He was a KGB mole inside the Stasi, or so it would
seem according to these dates."

    "That's not possible." Wolfgang shook his head. "I don't believe
that."

    "Papa didn't know," Eva told him, reading her brother's thoughts.
They both knew anyone was capable of anything, but their father had
vouched for the man. Edwin Brandt had put his children into Mozart's
care.

    "What if he did know?" Wolfgang looked at Eva and his trust was
too fragile, the boy's heart too easily bruised by any hint of
weakness in his father.

    "That is what we won't believe," Eva told him forcefully. She
stuffed the paper back into her purse, zipping it inside a pocket, and
took Wolfgang by the arm, pulling him with her as she continued their
walk.

    "My God," Wolfgang breathed. "Who have we been working for?"

    "How many people have we killed for Russia?" Eva asked him
rhetorically. She looked towards the Vltava River moving swift and
deep beneath its gloomy shroud. "At least one, Wolfgang, but the next
will be for Germany."

    "Yes," Wolfgang agreed softly.

    The walked for nearly a kilometer before turning away from the
river and towards the city center. They had a room at the Prague
Hilton under their cover names Juergen and Ilse Eckhardt. Neither of
them spoke as they considered how they'd been betrayed once more.
Every turn their lives had taken, it seemed, ended with lies and
deceit. Except for each other. The only good they'd been able to find
in the world was in the love they shared, and even that was unfairly
tainted by their incestuous blood. 

    "What do you think will happen?" Eva asked.

    "If we make it look like an accident...natural causes," Wolfgang
answered slowly, "the Chancellor will either shut us down or find a
replacement for him."

    "And if the cause is less than natural?"

    "There will be no place in the world we can hide," Wolfgang said.
"Even if we could prove we're right, the Russians won't forget.
Someone, somewhere, will kill us."

    "An accident," Eva sighed.

    "Any ideas?"

    "Potassium hydrochloride," Eva suggested. "Ten milligrams into his
heart."

    "They'll perform an autopsy."

    "They won't find it," Eva said, looking at him. "He'll be dead
before it gets into his liver."

    "The needle will leave a bruise." Wolfgang shook his head. 

    "Okay." Eva shrugged. "What do you like?"

    "Suffocation," Wolfgang decided after half a minute's thought. "A
pillow to the face."

    "He's very old," Eva said with an agreeable nod.

    "It's simple and effective," Wolfgang said. "All you have to do is
get him alone."

    "Me?"

    "In bed." Wolfgang looked at her. "He sleeps with Veronique; do
you think he would turn you down?"

    "He's never showed any interest in me," Eva said with a frown. 

    "Because of our father," Wolfgang thought aloud. "Change his
mind."

    "How?" Eva wondered. "You want me to seduce him?"

    "You mean you won't?" Wolfgang asked her and when she didn't
reply, "Tomorrow night."

    "Tomorrow night," Eva sighed. "What will you be doing? As if I
can't guess."

    "Someone has to keep Veronique in her own bed," Wolfgang said with
a smile. 

    "She'll be suspicious," Eva said. "She knows I hate it when you
fuck her."

    "Not if we argue," Wolfgang said. "When we get back to the house,
you'll make a scene..."

    "Always me," Eva snorted.

    "...not too much, just kick me out of the bedroom for one night,"
Wolfgang continued. "I'll go to Veronique for comfort, you have dinner
with Mozart. A little wine. A little...Wear something nice, eh? And take
the old man to his bed."

    "That sounds suspicious," Eva shook her head. "I fuck him one time
and he dies? I know I'm good, Wolfgang, but..."

    "That's why it'll work," Wolfgang told her. "It is suspicious.
Nobody will believe you would be so stupid."

    "I have to be stupid now?" Eva blinked at him. "What about
suicide?"

    "You just don't want to sleep with him."

    "Would you?" Eva rolled her eyes. "Listen to me. We shoot him in
the head. We put the SVR list under his hand. Case closed."

    "And when they find no residue on his fingers?" Wolfgang asked.

    "I can fix that," Eva said. "All I need is three minutes after the
gunshot. Two maybe."

    "You won't have thirty seconds," Wolfgang said. "It'll be hard
enough just getting out of the room."

    "If I have two minutes, I can fix it," Eva promised. "I can even
lock the deadbolt."

    "In the study? How?" Wolfgang wondered, but Eva ignored his
question.

    "So we need a pistol with a suppressor."

    "A man shooting himself in the head doesn't worry about making
noise," Wolfgang told her.

    "Or a diversion." Eva smiled at her brother.

    "You're making it too complicated," Wolfgang said. "Simple is
always better."

    "I don't want to fuck a dead man," Eva told him. "I'll have to
sleep with a corpse all night. I hate the bad dreams."

    The fog had thinned to nothing by the time they reached the hotel.
It was still reasonably early and the bar was crowded with foreigners,
tourists and businessmen most of them. Wolfgang and Eva stepped inside
for a drink before retiring upstairs to their room, staking seats at
the end of the ornate bar and looking around. A television was turned
on above the mirrored shelves and bottles of liqueur, showing some
sort of fashion show and Wolfgang smiled at the parade of beautiful
women in lingerie.

    "Do you think he's watching us?" Eva asked, with a smile and soft
giggle, as she leaned close. Wolfgang smiled back at her, taking Eva's
left hand in both of his and bringing it to his lips as they played
the romantic couple on holiday.

    "Perhaps," he agreed softly. "They would be Russians..." he switched
abruptly to English as the bartender approached. "Two vodka martinis,
please."

    "Very dry," Eva added with a smile for the young man.

    "No problem," he replied with a nod of his head and the pair
watched the bartender in silence while he made a little show of
preparing their drinks.

    "Cheers," Wolfgang said a few minutes later, holding up his
martini. 

    "The Russians could have taken the man themselves," Eva said after
taking a sip of hers. "Why send us and risk exposure?"

    "Maybe Mozart doesn't know," Wolfgang suggested. "What else was in
the case?"

    "Nothing," Eva said. "Payment schedules, bank accounts. It was all
about the list, the people on it."

    "Hmmm..."

    "He lied to us. Everyone has always lied to us." Eva sipped her
drink and looked around. "I want to start over again."

    "Do something else?" Wolfgang smiled at her. "That's what I used
to say, remember?"

    "I should have listened to you, yeah?" Eva said with a shrug.
"What are we going to do?"

    "They'll never let us go," Wolfgang sighed. "Even if..."

    SLAP!

    "Swine!"

    Wolfgang turned his head to see a stunning young woman glaring at
the man sitting two empty stools away from him. She was tall, blonde,
and very red in the face. The man in question was older, a foreigner
obviously with a very nice suit, a big Rolex watch, and now a flushed
cheek. Everyone in the bar watched as the woman stalked away, wrapping
an expensive fur around her shoulders and ignoring the whispered
speculation about what the man might have said to her.

    "Get another Michelob here, buddy?" the man said in English as he
rapped on the bar and then looked at Wolfgang. "How ya doin', Hans?
One of those nights, huh?"

    Wolfgang glanced at Eva and the blonde narrowed her eyes as the
man moved over to take the empty barstool next to Wolfgang.

    "I guess fifty bucks don't go as far as it used to in this part of
the world." He chuckled and held out his hand. "I'm Paul...No don't tell
me. Hansel und Gretel, ja?" The man grinned at his bad German and then
smiled just for Eva, looking the woman up and down deliberately.
"Gretel grew up, I see."

    "Do we know you?" Wolfgang asked, ignoring the man's proffered
hand.

    "I get that a lot." Paul grinned at the bartender as his beer
arrived. "Thanks, pal. I owe you one...uh, how much are these? Never
mind."

    "Let's go," Eva whispered and Paul looked at her.

    "Nnpph...No...Have a drink on me," the man insisted around a mouthful
of beer. He signaled the bartender with a crooked finger. "You guys
look like you could use another one. Vodka martini? Shaken, not
stirred. That's what James Bond drinks, right?"

    "We really should retire, my friend," Wolfgang said with an
apologetic smile.

    "Retire," Paul nodded. "That's a good idea, Hans. You filled your
pockets with sweets, fattened your little bellies, and now you're
going to follow the bread crumbs out of the deep, Black Forest. Yep.
Good idea."

    "What?" Eva jerked her head slightly.

    "But you better hurry," Paul's eyes stared into Wolfgang's as he
leaned close, lowering his voice. "Before the witch puts you in the
oven, eh? He's old school, I'm thinking, and you Germans are famous
for your ovens, my friend."

    "Who do you work for?" Wolfgang asked quietly, holding Paul's eyes
while Eva reached inside her purse, wrapping her fingers around the
Walther inside it.

    "I'm between jobs," Paul shrugged. "But I never forget a client
and I know an opportunity when I see one. How about you?"

    "CIA? Interpol?" Wolfgang licked his lips. "What do you want?"

    "I want to get you on a dance floor sometime," Paul replied
lightly. "You got the body for it, Hans. I bet you really put the oh!
in tango, huh?"

    "We dance outside, yeah?" Eva asked lightly, smiling as she leaned
against Wolfgang's shoulder, sliding her right hand between his body
and the bar.

    "Get up slowly," Wolfgang said, taking the gun from Eva. "We'll go
for a walk."

    "I don't think so," Paul shook his head, looking somewhat amused
as he noted the pistol pointed at him.

    "I must insist," Wolfgang almost laughed, wondering if this
reckless American would really call his bluff.

    "My wife does that too," Paul picked up his bottle of beer and
took a swallow. "I hate that word. Hey, Snow White..."

    "Excuse me?" Eva narrowed her eyes.

    "You were dead once, until Prince Charming here gave you a kiss,"
Paul said. "That's why this Hansel and Gretel thing isn't working for
you guys. I know its a disguise, but...It's not you, Princess."

    "You're very mad. Do you know that?" She stared at him coolly.

    "Only when my wife comes home drunk," Paul said. "Now listen, I
want you to try something...Look up there. In the magic mirror, see it?"

    "We don't have time for these games," Eva felt her face flushing
with nervous anger.

    "And I want you to say, 'Mirror, Mirror on the wall'...Come on, say
it with me, but you gotta look or you'll miss it," Paul told her and
despite herself, Eva's eyes were drawn to the television.

    "It's a commercial," she said.

    "Mirror, Mirror...On the wall..." Paul whispered, nodding his head and
Eva's lips began moving. "Who's the...

    "Who's the fairest of them all?" Eva repeated impatiently and then
she blinked.

    "Cindy!" a man in a tuxedo said suddenly, the commercial ended and
the fashion show resumed. He was extending his arm to welcome the most
beautiful woman Eva had ever seen in her life. "Great show tonight,
Cindy. How do you like working with Victoria's Secret for the first
time?"

    "It's wonderful," the woman gushed happily into the camera. "The
whole experience has been amazing. I was so scared!" She giggled and
rolled her eyes. "But, everyone is just fantastic and the outfits are
so incredible!"

    "You know where you have to go?" Paul asked Eva.

    "Where are you off to next, Cindy?" the reporter asked.

    "Berlin!" Cindy said excitedly.

    "Berlin," Eva said weakly.

    "We're going next week and I'm looking forward to meeting everyone
and seeing the city and..." Cindy shrugged beautifully with a perfect,
self-conscious smile. "I'm just really excited about going."

    "She's excited," Paul grinned, jerking his head at the television.
"That's my girl."

    "What?" Eva blinked again, as if coming out of a daze and she
looked at Paul. "Who are you?"

    "The guy who wants to dance with Prince Charming," Paul said,
turning his face and kissing Wolfgang quickly on the lips.

    "Fuck!" Wolfgang seemed to wake up as he too had been staring at
the television and he wiped his mouth slowly with his hand. The volume
was once more turned all the way down, the television making not a
peep as it showed highlights from the evening's fashion show.

    "Love to," Paul told Wolfgang. "Give me a rain check?"

    "What does this mean?" Eva was still staring at the American.

    "Go to Berlin," Paul suggested. "Live happily ever after for
change. You're not children anymore, Princess...Shit. Look at the time!
My wife should be getting off her date about now. We're on our second
honeymoon. Hey, if you ever get to New York? Look me up..."

    Wolfgang and Eva watched as the man left, smiling and making his
way through the small crowd and into the hotel lobby where he
disappeared from sight. Neither of them spoke for several minutes.
Wolfgang slipped the pistol back to Eva and glanced at the television.
It was showing the day's football highlights and he turned his eyes on
Eva.

    "What did you see?" she asked him softly.

    "A woman," Wolfgang answered. "I think...Cindy?"

    "Yes," Eva agreed. "In Berlin next week."

    "I think we should find her," Wolfgang told his sister.

    "Me too." Eva took a deep breath. "She can help us, I think.
Somehow."

    Wolfgang nodded, thinking the same thing without understanding
why.




End of Cinderella Book 2 Ch.6

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