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Immediately before the house came into view, his nose started to sting due to the smoke. The

          horrors of the night came rushing back and on arrival he felt faint.
          The area was swamped with water just like after a heavy downpour, and the house was nothing

          other than a charred ruin that was sealed off with security tape, polizei printed on it. Just as
          Masoud was braking close to the drive, they spotted a police car in the distance. It appeared that a

          policeman was sitting in the car.

          "Can you see your things?"
          "If they are here, they must be round the back."

          The car rolled forward quietly and Johan caught sight of his suitcase amongst tall grass.

          The policeman stepped out of the police car and sauntered towards them slowly. Masoud rolled
          the window down. The policeman took a deep breath on reaching the car, but before he could

          utter a word, Masoud aimed a pistol at him.
          The policeman was dumbfounded! He was a big man, and evidently he could not believe his eyes.

          "Turn round and lie down."

          In a flash, Masoud elegantly stepped out of the car, still with his pistol aimed at the policeman’s
          face. At close quarters Masoud pressed his pistol against the policeman’s temple. "Down!"

          The policeman obeyed and went down slowly on all fours, finally lying flat on his stomach.

          "Fetch your things!" Masoud ordered and nodded to Johan who noticed a ferocity in those eyes
          that were so friendly earlier on.

          As quickly as he could he edged through the barrier and elbowed his way to his suitcase. The

          most important things were his wallet with his passport and his driving licence. He would rely on
          Dieter to see to it that his Danish ID number disappeared from the hospital records.

          When Johan had stuffed all his things down into the boot, he hobbled onto the back seat and

          closed the door. Just at that moment a bang resonated from Masoud’s little Haenel Schmeisser
          pistol.

          Johan did not take in what had happened until the car roared off again and out of the little town.
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