Eric was there, opening up his instrument case. Raven was nowhere in sight.
When I walked up, he looked puzzled. He knew he should know me, but I was out of context. I said, “Where is Raven?”
Then he remembered. “You are – Gunn. What is your first name?”
“Why is it you want to know?”
“I have been looking for her since the two of you took off. She is in danger. You ought to know that much. She certainly told you some of what happened.”
“I know some things now that she needs to know, in order to find safety. I need to talk to her.”
“You want her back?”
His accent gave him a kind of lisp. I had noticed in Paris how it added to his air of boyish innocence. It had irritated the hell out of me at the time. It still did.
“Of course, I want her back. Who wouldn’t? But that isn’t what this is about.”
That was a good question, but not a timely one.
“Let Raven decide who she goes with. She will anyway. What you or I want doesn’t have a damned thing to do with it.”
“This is true. Gud, is this true.”
He took up his fiddle and bow, struck a chord, and adjusted a tuning peg. I gave him time to decide. As long as he decided right. Otherwise, I was out of patience with this blonde, good looking – pasty boy. Daniel Cabral’s phrase was so right for the Erics of this world.
He lowered his instrument and said, “She left early this morning. She wanted to stop at Myrdal and ride the train down to see the fjord, then go on to Bergen for the night.”
Eric looked at me with pain. “Without me,” he said, “and soon everything she does will be without me. I can see the preparation for her leaving every time I look in her eyes.”
I said, “I know the feeling.”
* * *
I was in a rush. It isn’t an excuse, just a fact. I knew that Cameron Davis wanted me dead, but he was half a world away. I knew Susyn was here in Europe and wanted Raven dead.
I forgot she wanted me dead, too.
I had left Eric to his music and started back toward the train station. So far I had seen about four blocks of Oslo and it looked like that would be all I would get to see. I didn’t want to miss the next train, so I was walking fast and thinking about running.
What I ran into was trouble.
It was neatly done. I was rushing, so he turned in front of me and it looked like my fault. We stumbled over each other and in the confusion he pushed my off shoulder and sent me down on my back in a narrow alley behind some trash cans. He came down on top of me. I automatically reached up to break his fall, embarrassed by my own clumsiness. Then I saw the look in his eyes. more tomorrow