CHAPTER 87

CHAPTER 87

DENNER WAKE UP FEELING as if he was drunk.

— Sleeping beauty is apparently out of the delight of the dream world — Kammler said.

— Where am I?

— I could say it is a purgatory according to your deceptively Catholic tradition so dear.

Denner laughed, but as he did so, he regretted it bitterly, his head felt like it was going to explode, and another and he had a broken arm.

— It is natural to feel that, you fell from a considerable height.

Denner remembered the detective who had appeared in the middle of nowhere during his fall and pulled him, but something had gone wrong, the parachute could not support their weight and gave way.

— And how is the police officer?

— Best impossible.

— Good, glad to hear that.

— You know you are going to die, don't you?

— I think so.

— And how are you prepared for that?

— I am just a man of God, if my time here on Earth is up, why should I care? — Above my will is the will of my God.

— Man of God who killed dozens of people today… who is protecting a man who has serious sins on his back.

He remembered the story of Tom, his adoptive father.

— Where are you going?

— Admit your sins, father, can't you see I'm your executioner, taking you to the grand stage of your last act?

The priest lowered his head filled with remorse.

I know there is a reason why I am here... help me Lord...

— Apparently conscience is weighing you down.

— I really will have to pay for my sins and God will know how.

— I also know how to collect some debts, mainly from your father, who refused to take my family out of Berlin.

— He should have his reasons for not helping them any more than they already have.

— Oh! He did, only now I'm the one who'll have reasons, and his head will be tomorrow morning on a silver platter to remind him of his sins.