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interest in saving his life. And what his connection was to a resigned Pope, to Don Luigi, and to Maria who had lied to him. But these were only the most insignificant of all the many questions that Peter asked himself while he drove to a small house in Cologne’s Königsforst district, where he finally hoped to get some answers. About himself. About his nightmares. About Nikolas. About his parents.
    Yes, he knew the way. At least this way. He knew where he had to leave the freeway and at which intersections he had to turn off. He could even remember where all the speed traps were. In passing, he showed Maria his old school and all the many little places that were charged with memories of a happy time in his life. The old ice cream parlor. The bus stop, where he had kissed Sandra Hirschfeld. The phone box behind which he had hidden from Christoph Nieven. Maria was so delighted that she clapped her hands together. After a thirty-minute drive, they arrived in front of the familiar house at the end of a cul-de-sac, half-hidden behind trees on the edge of a forest. Peter knew where to park. And he knew that there was a tree, less than sixty feet into the forest, a tree with a mark that a thirteen-year-old boy had carved into the trunk. He knew that something was buried under this tree, something that contained everything that the thirteen-year-old had wanted to get rid of: his childhood and his nightmares. He knew that it had been to no avail. That he had to dig his childhood out again. Provided it was still there.
    Peter drove one more time around the block to make sure that his parents’ house was not being watched by the police, but he did not see anything suspicious.
    No matter what, you don’t have any other choice.
    His mother opened the front door before he could ring the bell.
    »Peter!« She flung her arms around his neck and, as usual, she had to stand on her toes to hug him. Lutz Adam, his father, appeared at the door, wearing his ancient wine-red sweater, and embraced him affectionately.
    »I would like you to meet Sister Maria,« Peter said and pulled Maria closer. »She… is helping me with my research.«
    He knew that his mother could tell right away that he was lying. He also knew that there was something else that his mother could tell from just one look at his face. She gave him a strange glance, and then she grabbed Maria’s hand and pulled her into the house.
    »Welcome, Maria! You must be hungry.«
    »I am starving!«
    His father was still standing in the doorway and looking at him. »They are searching for you. They want you for murder. The police have already been here.«
    »Are they watching the house?«
    His father shook his head.
    »I am not a murderer, Dad. I will explain everything to you.«
    His father nodded. But instead of letting his son into the house, Lutz Adam handed him a shovel. »First, you should dig it out. That’s why you are here, right?«
    Peter nodded uneasily. »How do you…?«
    »I always knew this day would come,« his father replied. »Do you remember where it is?«
    »I think so.«
    Peter took the shovel and walked into the forest. After a while, he returned with an old and faded Tupperware container.
    Peter opened the small plastic box on his parents’ dining table. His father, his mother and Maria watched as he carefully placed different items next to each other on the table: two colorful figures made from fired modeling clay that resembled each other like twins and were holding hands. A folded drawing that showed a demonic face, which was surrounded by symbols that had become frighteningly familiar to him. A plastic scarab beetle from the flea market with the TET hieroglyph on the back. A stuffed toy rabbit, small and tattered.
    Little rabbit in the hole.
    Exactly as Kelly had said. The little plastic box was whispering the answers, he just had to listen and take one crucial step. Peter grabbed his old toy rabbit. Flunky the rabbit. He smelled stale and musty and had long