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Minggu, 06 Oktober 2013

THE GREEN KING (part 51)




THE GREEN KING (part 51)


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The Photographer from Salzburg

‘Burn this stuff,’ said Epke.

The two other men, the false ambulance men, began pouring gasoline on the trunks after shooting off the padlocks.

‘So, my dear Lothar,’ said Epke, very softly, ‘we wanted to start our own personal collection?’

The shot came almost immediately, hitting Lothar right in the mouth. The impact from the nine – millimeter fired point-blank threw the photographer backwards. He fell on one of the trunks the men had set on fire.

‘Let him burn with it,’ said Epke. ‘Now, your turn, kid. Why don’t you tell me all about this letter?’

He raised the barrel of his Luger and pressed it between Reb’s eyes. That gesture probably cost him his life. Through the pane of the little window, the MPs misunderstood its meaning. They opened fire, with a machine gun. At least two blasts ripped through Epke, just when the yellow and blue flames the gasoline vividly lit up the room. He collapse on Reb, which explains, not with standing the hypothetical good aim of the marksman, the fact that Reb wasn’t hurt except for a scratch on his right shoulder.

As for the other two men, one tried to escape and was shot down on the threshold of the door with the chimes. The other one fought back, after he had thrown against the window the can of gasoline he was holding, which immediately caught fire. Hidden by the thick smoke coming from the smouldering trunks, he managed to hold off, by himself and for several minutes, the arrival of the policemen.

For nothing. He reappeared in the form of a living torch, and was mercifully finished off.

Reb was dragged outside, roughly at first, but was shown a little more consideration after the intervention of a French officers. He was covered with blood, although the blood was not his. Questioned by the Frenchman and his Austrian interpreter, he gave only vague, meaningless answers, staring at them with his large grey hallucinatory eyes.


TO BE CONTINUED


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