into the on-line editions.
Sometimes only an abbreviated version of the story was published electronically. And even if he was getting all that was available in the public domain, it didn't mean that they weren't looking for him. Only that they hadn't made it public. h They might be combing the country with his description. At the very least, they must know what car he was driving. He i wondered if he should sell the Golf immediately, trade it in for another make and model. But if there was a search out for a black VW Golf with Hamburg plates, he would only be drawing attention to himself by getting rid of it.
He was in a dreadful state. He couldn't sleep for more than k half an hour at a time. Food stuck in his throat. The incident in Bremen had been petrifying, not least because he had never M seriously considered the prospect of being caught. He had outsmarted those clever bastards with their degrees and 11 diplomas, he had shown them he was master. He couldn't believe he'd so nearly been snared.
He'd been so careful. Everything had been planned, right down to the last detail. After all, if his campaign were to be cut short, his message would be lost and it would all have been wasted. That stupid woman had almost destroyed everything because she hadn't told her boyfriend to stay away. Stupid fucking bitch. Probably wanted to show off the fact that she could still get a man at her age. The cow had nearly ruined everything, and he had no idea whether he was in the clear or not.
In his good moments, he reassured himself that there was nothing the boyfriend could have told the police that would lead them to him. He was sure he hadn't been seen, and there must be hundreds of thousands of black VW Golfs all over Germany, even supposing the boyfriend had remembered what kind of car had been sitting in the whore's drive.
But in his bad moments, he lay on his bunk, his body secreting the rancid sweat of pure fear. It wasn't prison he was afraid of. Nothing that could happen to him there could be worse than what had already happened to him.
What he was afraid of was the things failure would tell him about himself.
And so, in order to combat the terror that was eating him from the inside, he refused to allow himself to use the river as an excuse. He had made an appointment in the usual way with Dr Marie-The'rese Calvet, flattering her in e-mail and stressing her importance to the reputation of his e-zine: Your work on the manipulation of memory using deep hypnotic suggestion is unrivalled in Europe. Your 1999 study on the alteration of recollection of early sexual experience was groundbreaking. I'd be fascinated to hear about your followup studies. It would make a terrific special feature for our launch edition. No, it hadn't taken much persuasion to get ..her to agree to be interviewed. Like all of them, she was infested with narcissism, a trait he could use as a weapon against her.
But now he had to make a success of tonight's business. Dr Marie-Th??se Calvet had wanted to meet in a restaurant, perhaps because she was reluctant to allow a strange man into the privacy of her home, or perhaps because she just wanted to screw a free meal out of him, he thought cynically. ^~They had compromised with an agreement to conduct the interview in her office at the university, thanks to his argument that she might want to be in a position to refer to her research materials. It wasn't ideal, but at least in the evening there wouldn't be many people around to notice him. :.^
The one thing he was worried about was trie water supply. The chances were that Dr Calvetxwouldn't have a sink in her office. And he couldn't really wander through a university department with buckets of water. He knew from experience, however, that it took remarkably little to drown his victims. So he had packed four one-and-a-half-litre bottles of Spa in his holdall. It made it heavy to carry, but years of hard physical labour had made him strong. And he'd asked Dr Calvet about parking. She'd told him that at that time in the evening, he could easily park on either of the streets that flanked the Psychology Institute. It shouldn't be too arduous.
The journey passed more quickly than he