Page 11 - Fanget I Tiden oversættelse - caught in time (komplet)-converted

Whether it was the medicine or the shock from the previous night that made him shake, he did

not know. He repeatedly poked the shovel against the edges of the window to remove as many
bits of glass as possible.

He managed to wriggle through the window without cutting himself, but then he lost his footing
and landed on his back on the asphalt.

For a moment, he considered giving it all up and to remain lying on the ground screaming. Just

screaming! But then he pulled himself together and stumbled up onto his feet. He found it difficult
to walk due to the pain in his leg.

He hobbled backwards and forwards along the wall of the hospital so as to try and catch a glimpse

of the main entrance. Most cars were driving down one particular road. Then he caught sight of
one building that was bigger and older than the hospital’s other buildings. As fast as he could, he

hobbled towards the entrance.
A BMW turned round and drove up beside him.

"Here, quick!"

Hardly had Johan slumped into the back seat, when the driver pressed his foot right down hard
on the accelerator. With a mighty jerk, he was thrown back in the seat and there came a loud roar

from the engine of this heavy luxury vehicle.

"That was close! I didn’t think that you had made it! The police arrived a minute ago," said the
driver and introduced himself. "You know where we are heading?"

Masoud nodded.

"I know the town and the road to it, but not the house."
It was not long before they got onto the motorway. Masoud offered him a bottle of cola then

handed him a bottle opener.

Johan drank eagerly.
"The police will definitely have blocked off the house after the fire," coughed Johan.

"I’ll make sure that you get your things. When the boss says that you will get back without

problems, then you will. I have solved more difficult problems than this for Dieter Stormann in
the past," he said in German with a slight accent that Johan could not place.

Overall Masoud looked like the sort of chap who would be employed in an office. His hair was
black with masses of grey flecks and he had friendly, close-set, brown eyes. There was not a fold

out of place on his grey suit or shirt, and his tie was neat.

"We are nearly there," explained Masoud and reduced speed a little before his large BMW, still at
high speed, drove through the sleepy main street of the village.

Johan gave directions to the house while rubbing his knee. It was painful!