"How do you know my-?" She felt the sharp sting of a hypodermic needle in her arm, and a moment later, she gave herself up to the waiting darkness. Just relax." She looked up at him, suddenly alarmed. I-" One of the attendants was leaning over her. She was strapped onto a gurney, trying to sit up. The door closed, and a moment later, the vehicle sped away. "We will take care of her." Sonja Verbrugge found herself being lifted into the ambulance. Two attendants from the ambulance hurried over and took charge. "Peut-elle marcher?" At that moment, a passing ambulance stopped. "Is she all right?" "Ist ihr etwas passiert?" Verdammt touristen! A limousine that had been double-parked suddenly moved toward her, grazing her just hard enough to knock her down. WHEN SONJA VERBRUGGE reached the next corner, the traffic light had turned to red, and as she stopped at the curb, someone in the crowd bumped against her and she stumbled into the street. I will wait for Franz there and he will explain to me what this is all about. Who was Prima? Frau Verbrugge was nearing Brandenburgische Strasse, where the Artemisia was located, the hotel that catered to women only. Why had Franz not finished it? What could be happening? The night before, she had heard her husband saying to someone on the telephone that Prima must be stopped at all costs. Wait until you hear from- The message had ended suddenly. The instant message on her computer from Franz had been terrifying. She was pushing her way through the sea of summer tourists overflowing the busy sidewalks of Unter den Linden. SONJA VERBRUGGE HAD no idea that this was going to be her last day on earth. My special thanks go to my assistant, Mary Langford, whose contribution was invaluable.