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Paintings restorer and secret agent Gabriel Allon is distributed to Vienna to find the reality in the back of a bombing which killed an outdated good friend who used to be a Nazi hunter. whereas there he encounters anything that turns his complete lifestyles the wrong way up. every one truth he uncovers in simple terms results in extra questions till eventually an image emerges that's extra bad than he may have ever imagined - a portrait of evil stretching throughout 60 years and millions of lives into his personal own nightmares.
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The window of a bar alongside the Sterngasse. similar guy, with no the fedora hat, looking at casually over his pilsner as Lavon moved quickly via a biblical deluge after a superbly wretched day on the place of work. The 3rd reference took him a piece longer to find, yet he came upon it still. The quantity streetcar, night rush. Lavon is pinned opposed to the doorways by means of a florid-faced Viennese who smells of bratwurst and apricot schnapps. Fedora has someway controlled to discover a seat and is evenly cleansing his nails along with his price tag stub. he's a guy who enjoys cleansing issues, Lavon had concept on the time. possibly he cleans issues for a dwelling. Lavon became around and pressed the intercom. No reaction. Come on, women. He pressed it back, then regarded over his shoulder. the guy within the fedora and waterproof coat coat used to be long past. A voice came visiting the speaker. Reveka. “Did you lose the record already, Eli? ” Lavon pressed his thumb opposed to the button. “Get out! Now! ” a couple of seconds later, Lavon might pay attention the trample of footfalls within the hall. the ladies seemed earlier than him, separated by means of a wall of glass. Reveka coolly punched within the code. Sarah stood through silently, her eyes locked on Lavon’s, her hand at the glass. He by no means remembered listening to the explosion. Reveka and Sarah have been engulfed in a ball of fireplace, then have been swept away by means of the blast wave. The door blew outward. Lavon used to be lifted like a child’s toy, fingers unfold broad, again arched like a gymnast. His flight was once dreamlike. He felt himself turning time and again. He had no reminiscence of impression. He knew merely that he was once mendacity on his again in snow, in a hailstorm of damaged glass. “My girls,” he whispered as he slid slowly into blackness. “My appealing women. ” 2 VENICE IT used to be A small terra-cotta church, equipped for a terrible parish within the sestière of Cannaregio. The restorer paused on the part portal underneath a superbly proportioned lunette and fished a collection of keys from the pocket of his oilskin coat. He unlocked the studded oaken door and slipped within. A breath of chilly air, heavy with damp and outdated candle wax, caressed his cheek. He stood immobile within the half-light for a second, then headed around the intimate Greek go nave, towards the small Chapel of Saint Jerome at the correct part of the church. The restorer’s gait was once delicate and likely with out attempt. The moderate outward bend to his legs advised velocity and surefootedness. The face used to be lengthy and slender on the chin, with a slim nostril that appeared as though it were carved from wooden. The cheekbones have been large, and there has been a touch of the Russian steppes within the stressed eco-friendly eyes. The black hair was once cropped brief and shot with grey on the temples. It was once a face of many attainable nationwide origins, and the restorer possessed the linguistic presents to place it to solid use. In Venice, he used to be often called Mario Delvecchio. It was once now not his actual identify. The altarpiece used to be hid at the back of a tarpaulin-draped scaffold. The restorer took carry of the aluminum tubing and climbed silently upward. His paintings platform was once as he had left it the former afternoon: his brushes and his palette, his pigments and his medium.