Chapter 113: The Shadow Of Obsession, Part 1, Klempner, Twenty-Six Years Ago

Our final night. Tomorrow it's back to the airport and the return home. We sit together in what passes for a tea-room in Helsinki, looking out of the window over the square. Mitch flips through a tourist guide.

I kiss the hollow of her collarbone where, around her neck, are the emeralds I gave her. "Thank you for wearing them."

She turns those eyes on me, deep, deep green; lambent. "They're beautiful. Thank you for giving them to me."

"Not as beautiful as you."

She sucks at her lip then nods out to the snow-covered square. "It's a lovely statue. It says here..." She holds up the tourist guide... "... that she's called 'The Mermaid' but she looks like a woman to me."

"She has a lot of names. 'Merenneito', the Mermaid is what the artist called her. But she's usually called 'Havis Amanda'."

She looks briefly at the guide again. "It says too, that students put a cap on her during some festival called 'Vappu'. It must be quite a climb for them."

I huff a laugh. "That's not al