That wasn't what I expected to hear, and I closed my eyes, trying tofind a picture in my mind of Katja and Sonia together. The message I left didn't say I wasphoning her because of Gideon. But Ilived behind the convent. I assumed you had yourfuture planned out.
She's the woman who drowned Eugenie Davies'daughter. Indeed, every detailof Katja Wolffs face seemed harshly highlighted by the camera'sproximity. White hot,silver hot, incandescent, and it moved like acid down through mybody. Half past seven inthe evening, and she was in her pyjamas when she came to the door andflung it ope