“No, I’ll think of something,” he said in English. “He still wants to talk to me. Just see Emil and get out. Don’t wait.”
“But what about-”
“There’s enough light?” Sikorsky said from above.
“I’ll think of something,” he said, hushing her.
But what? The checkpoint, arranged. Emil ready to go. All the pieces moved into place. But Sikorsky wanted to talk, not sure what Jake knew. Ready for a bargaining chip, if Jake could think of one, something that might threaten the supply line. Where Tully had gone in his jeep that day, maybe, anything to play it out a little further, until Lena was safely away. Just one more move. Except Sikorsky always seemed one ahead.
There was no mistaking where they were going-a door with two guards in front carrying machine guns, menacing in an ordinary hotel corridor. The guards came to attention as Sikorsky approached, looking straight ahead as he swept past, ignoring them, and reached for the handle.
“Wait a minute,” Lena said, hesitating, flustered. “It’s just-so silly. I don’t know what to say.”
“Frau Brandt,” Sikorsky said, with almost comic exasperation, as if she were rummaging through her purse.
Lena took a breath. “Yes, all right.”
Sikorsky opened the door, letting her go first.
Emil was reading at a table near the window, jacketless, looking exactly the same, the only person Jake had seen in Germany who seemed not to have lost weight. The same dark hair and wire glasses, the same pale skin and drooping shoulders, all the same. When he turned and started to get up, too astonished to smile, his face turned soft. He gripped the back of the chair.
“Lena.”
For an instant, Jake could see him take in the good dress, the pile of blond hair, like the ghost of some old Adlon evening, his eyes moist, not yet ready to believe his happiness.
“Visitors, Herr Brandt,” Sikorsky said, but Emil seemed not to have heard him, moving toward her, still dazzled.
“They found you. I thought-” Then he was there, his face against her hair, his hand scarcely touching the back of her neck, as if a stronger physical contact would make her disappear. “How you look,” he said, his voice low and familiar. Jake felt a tiny nick, like a paper cut.
Lena moved back, his arm still around her, and reached up to brush a lock of hair away from his forehead. “You’re well?”
He nodded. “And now you’re here.”
She dropped her hand to his shoulder. “It’s just for a little while. I can’t stay.” She saw his confused face and took another step back, out of the embrace, then turned to Sikorsky. “Oh, I don’t know what to say. What have you told him?”
Emil finally looked at the others, stopping, dumbfounded, when he saw Jake, a different kind of ghost.
“Hello, Emil,” Jake said.
“Jacob?” he said, uncertain, almost sputtering.
Jake stepped closer so that they were literally head to head, the same height, and now he saw that Emil had changed after all, the eyes no longer just shortsighted and vague but hollow, the life behind them scraped away.
“I don’t understand,” Emil said.
“Mr. Geismar has brought Frau Brandt to visit,” Sikorsky said. “He was concerned that she be returned safely.”
“Returned?”
“She has decided to remain in Germany. A patriot,” he said dryly.
“Remain? But she’s my wife.” Emil turned back to Lena. “What does it mean?”
“You will have things to say to each other,” Sikorsky said, glancing at his watch. “So little time. Sit.” He indicated a frayed couch. “Mr. Geismar, come with me. These are private matters, you agree? It’s safe-the same room.” He nodded to an open connecting door.
“He’s staying with you?” Jake said.
“A suite. Convenient for guests.”
For the first time, Jake looked around the small sitting room, shabby from the war, a crack running up the wall, the couch covered with Emil’s rumpled sheet. Guards outside.
“I don’t understand,” Emil said again.
“They’re sending you east,” Lena said. “It was a chance to see you. Before it was too late. There-how else to say it?”
“East?”
She nodded. “And it’s because of me, I know it. You were safe there. And now-all this,” she said, her voice catching. “Oh, why did you leave? Why did you believe that man?”
Emil looked at her, shaken. “I wanted to believe him.”
“Yes, for me. Like before. That last week, to come to Berlin-I thought you were dead. My fault. All these things, for me.” She stopped, lowering her head. “Emil, I can’t.”
“You’re my wife,” he said numbly.
“No.” She put her hand gently on his arm. “No. We have to make an end.”
“An end?”
“Come,” Sikorsky said to Jake, suddenly embarrassed. “We have other matters.”
“Later.”
Sikorsky narrowed his eyes, then shrugged. “As you wish. In fact, it’s better. You can stay until he’s away. No one to pull the alarm. You can have the couch. You don’t mind? He says it’s not bad. Then we can talk as long as you like.”
“You said he was leaving tomorrow.”
“I lied. Tonight.” One step ahead.
“Talk about what?” Emil said, distracted. “Why is he here?”
“Why are you here, Mr. Geismar?” Sikorsky said playfully. “Would you like to explain?”
