Tschick stared at him for a long second. Then he laughed—a real laugh, not the sharp, defensive one he usually used. He kicked open the car door and stepped out into the wet grass.
"See?" Tschick grinned, showing a missing molar. "Even the book says so. And it's the Dutch version. Dutch people know about dikes. It's practically a prophecy." tschick nederlandse versie pdf 51
"Read it again," Tschick said, not taking his eyes off the dike road. His sleeveless shirt was streaked with motor oil. "Page fifty-one. The part about the bend." Tschick stared at him for a long second