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Chapter 1 Josephine Cebula was dying, and it should ...
Chapter 2 Three and a half months before she died, a...
Chapter 3 That had been three months ago. Now ...
Chapter 4 Sisli Mecidiyekoy was a place sanctified t...
Chapter 5 My body. The usual owner, whoever he...
Chapter 6 This is the car hired by the man who tried...
Chapter 7 The single most terrifying drive of my lif...
Chapter 8 I judged myself to be halfway to Edirne by...
Chapter 9 I’ve always liked Edirne. Sometime the hau...
Chapter 10 My first switch. I was thirty-three...
Chapter 11 Awake at 3 a.m. in a hotel room. Th...
Chapter 12 I checked out of the Edirne hotel at 7 a....
Chapter 13 The body of Nathan Coyle. Upon refl...
Chapter 14 There are many ways to catch a ghost sitt...
Chapter 15 Sleeper train is a misnomer. Starti...
Chapter 16 As the train slowed into Belgrade, I chec...
Chapter 17 He was sixteen, I was twenty-seven, and h...
Chapter 18 That was then. Belgrade, the body o...
Chapter 19 More photos in the Kepler file. Fac...
Chapter 20 I was going to visit Horst Gubler. ...
Chapter 21 Slovakian? Not a word. I spea...
Chapter 22 The scars on my arms itched. Hidden...
Chapter 23 We have always been hunted. My firs...
Chapter 24 I, whose enemies call me Kepler and whose...
Chapter 25 Evening in Bratislava. A computer i...
Chapter 26 Bratislava, as night fell. The sky ...
Chapter 27 Memories of ghosts. Anna Maria Cele...
Chapter 28 My name was Abdul al-Mu’allim al-Ninowy, ...
Chapter 29 In 1798 by the banks of the Nile I wore t...
Chapter 30 Restless sleep, restless memories in an a...
Chapter 31 She calls herself Janus. On the sho...
Chapter 32 Fifty years later I walked through the pr...
Chapter 33 A boat to Vienna. The Danube’s flat...
Chapter 34 Klemens and Romy Ebner. They appear...
Chapter 35 Back in the body of Nathan Coyle, I sat i...
Chapter 36 Klemens asked me if I wanted to stay. ...
Chapter 37 An estate agent has two primary roles. ...
Chapter 38 I hate LA. Endless straight lines f...
Chapter 39 The Kepler file made no mention of estate...
Chapter 40 A direct train runs from Vienna to Berlin...
Chapter 41 St Petersburg in 1912, and you could almo...
Chapter 42 On the train to Berlin Coyle stood in sil...
Chapter 43 I lie awake on the sleeper train, and rem...
Chapter 44 Sleeper trains never pull into their fina...
Chapter 45 Impressions of the body of the woman call...
Chapter 46 Johannes Schwarb. Encountering him ...
Chapter 47 The sun was setting by the time I left Sc...
Chapter 48 Ten minutes after the body of Alice Mair ...
Chapter 49 Drugs wearing off from my system. T...
Chapter 50 Waiting in a prison. Boring, waitin...
Chapter 51 I don’t know how long it took them to get...
Chapter 52 East Berlin. There are many ways to...
Chapter 53 It is said that ghosts do not care for th...
Chapter 54 Alice Mair. Nice body, shame about ...
Chapter 55 There’s always something to break. ...
Chapter 56 The coming of dawn did not so much lighte...
Chapter 57 Three euros bought me a ride to Zehlendor...
Chapter 58 You must travel light when you wear anoth...
Chapter 59 My name is Salome. This is what my ...
Chapter 60 Paris. What may I say of Paris? ...
Chapter 61 I remember Will, my gofer from the days o...
Chapter 62 Paris. Monsieur Petrain, lawyer by ...
Chapter 63 Remember Miami. November 2001. ...
Chapter 64 Bodies. No one can track a ghost du...
Chapter 65 In my younger days I associated south wit...
Chapter 66 “Are you the estate agent?” Do you ...
Chapter 67 We walked back to the hotel in silence. ...
Chapter 68 The body of Sebastian Puis did not sleep ...
Chapter 69 Once, in Milan, I was a woman with a hand...
Chapter 70 Saint-Guillaume. I had never been t...
Chapter 71 Military hit squads never do things by ha...
Chapter 72 I had counted eleven men who went to Sain...
Chapter 73 Samir Chayet was a black silhouette in th...
Chapter 74 A service station on a winding motorway t...
Chapter 75 Coyle said, “Who the hell are you?” ...
Chapter 76 I sleep. It is a fitful process. ...
Chapter 77 A shaking awake, a starting. The sun is s...
Chapter 78 I said, “Hi.” Coyle opened his eyes...
Chapter 79 And then Coyle opened his eyes and I said...
Chapter 80 There are no planes from Lyon to New York...
Chapter 81 Then there was… “Passport, please.”...
Chapter 82 Coyle was awake when I returned to the ho...
Chapter 83 Too long since I slept. My bodies a...
Chapter 84 We moved hotel. I had borrowed a fe...
Chapter 85 My name is… Irena. No. Irena ...
Chapter 86 It was a Chinese tea garden. Throug...
Chapter 87 At its busiest the Metropolitan Museum of...
Chapter 88 When the police find the body, it has alr...
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