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before. She is now. I can find out her system. I just need to get into the secure room.’
    ‘How are you going to do that?’
    ‘I’ll need to get closer to her. You know what I mean.’
    Jem saw him struggle to think through the pain. He nodded. ‘Good girl. One of us is still thinking straight. If you get in to that room, don’t waste your time tickling the keyboard. Find her desktop, and take it. If it’s secured, yank the hard drive and we’ll crack it at our leisure. The system has to be there.’
    ‘I’ll try. It could be dangerous. You saw what she did.’
    ‘Felt it, you mean. Be careful, but remember why we’re doing this. We get her system, place some bets, and retire. Operation Robin Hood. She’s rich and we’re poor. Remember?’
    ‘I remember,’ Jem said. ‘Listen, I have to go. You’d better check your back pocket. She put–’
    She heard a noise behind her. She turned and saw Saskia Brandt. Jem was transfixed by a return of the fear that had almost crushed her minutes before. Saskia’s green eyes were dead eyes. A predator more shark than eagle. Jem had wondered from what place Saskia drew the power to best Wolfgang, who was heads charming and tails violent. In Saskia’s expression she found its source.
    She fell upon Jem and seized her shoulder.
    ‘ Komm mit ,’ she said, ‘ du blöde Kuh .’
    Jem felt her shoulder give as Saskia lifted her away. She had time to look at Wolfgang a last time – he nodded – before Saskia hastened her into a jog. Her heels rang harshly on the stones once more. The sound refocused her. Instead of the fear, she felt exhilaration and anger.
    ‘Let go of me.’
    Saskia did not. Jem tripped but Saskia kept her upright until they reached the door.
    Jem said, ‘What did you hear?’
    ‘Shut up.’ Saskia stopped. She glanced through the door. ‘Catch your breath. Don’t speak. Calm? Walk with me and smile if you can. We’ve just come back from the cinema, where we saw Goodbye, Lenin .’
    Outside, there was a final surprise. A police car had stopped on the platz. It was parked at an angle, and Jem had the impression that it had skidded. As Saskia marched her away, Jem had time to see that the driver’s door was open. A policeman lay unconscious next to the car with one foot hooked in the seat belt. Soundlessly, the blue light flickered.
    ‘Christ, Saskia. Did you beat up a policeman?’
    ‘Come.’
    They left the platz and pushed through the group of passersby who had stopped to look at the scene. Saskia led them down the road until, beneath the shuddering bough outside Café Barbar, she stopped and gazed, moonstruck, at the sky. A moment later, she turned to Jem and nodded. Somehow, Jem understood. They began to run. Saskia’s long hair bounced. They passed beyond the lights of the restaurants to the stretch of Pestalozzistrasse where it grew dark.
    They slowed. Jem looked over her shoulder to see if more police cars were converging on the church. Her heel snagged on something – perhaps a raised pavement slab – and she spilled to the ground, rolling twice. She remained still for a moment. Then she pushed herself upright and looked for Saskia. She was jogging back to her. Jem touched the white skin through her blistered tights. When Saskia asked her if she was injured, Jem looked at her through a thickening dizziness. Saskia put a hand to her cheek. ‘I’m sorry, Jem. But we have to keep moving.’
    Jem ignored the stinging and the aches. She resolved to match Saskia in her energy. ‘I should apologise, not you. Especially after what you’ve done for me.’
    ‘Did it help?’
    ‘What do you mean?’
    ‘To see him again.’
    Jem spun the lie with an expertise that startled her. ‘I had the questions but he didn’t have the answers. Like old times.’
    Saskia nodded to the street. ‘Here is the second police car. Act like you are drunk. Come on, laugh. Aren’t you enjoying this just a little?’ The question was so unexpected that Jem