Kapitel 115: Book 2 : Chapter 13

The boat was quite peaceful after Max had finally shut up and stopped threatening to throw me in the canal. And only then, when I actually had a moment to pause and relax, did I realize how beautiful Venice really is.

"Here is as far as I can go," the man said after about an hour of gliding along the emerald coloured water.

He began tying the wooden canal boat to a mooring bank by a stone bridge. There was a small gap between it and the buildings that had been lining the canal for miles where you could step off the boat and back onto the streets.

"There they are!" I heard a voice shout as we docked which shattered the peace.

"Fuck," I cursed as I saw the three men from earlier race towards us.

Max shoved some extra euros into the boat man's hand and I breathed a word of thanks before jumping onto dry land and in the opposite direction of the men.

We pushed our way through the mid-afternoon crowd with our pursuers close behind.