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Chapters (99)
  1. About the Author
  2. Also by John Connolly
  3. THE NAMELESS ONES
  4. John Connolly
  5. Dedication
  6. Contents
  7. Author’s Note
  8. I
  9. Chapter I
  10. Chapter II
  11. Chapter III
  12. Chapter IV
  13. Chapter V
  14. Chapter VI
  15. Chapter VII
  16. Chapter VIII
  17. Chapter IX
  18. Chapter X
  19. Chapter XI
  20. Chapter XII
  21. Chapter XIII
  22. Chapter XIV
  23. Chapter XV
  24. Chapter XVI
  25. Chapter XVII
  26. Chapter XVIII
  27. Chapter XIX
  28. Chapter XX
  29. Chapter XXI
  30. Chapter XXII
  31. Chapter XXIII
  32. Chapter XXIV
  33. Chapter XXV
  34. Chapter XXVI
  35. Chapter XXVII
  36. Chapter XXVIII
  37. Chapter XXIX
  38. Chapter XXX
  39. Chapter XXXI
  40. Chapter XXXII
  41. Chapter XXXIII
  42. II
  43. Chapter XXXIV
  44. Chapter XXXV
  45. Chapter XXXVI
  46. Chapter XXXVII
  47. Chapter XXXVIII
  48. Chapter XXXIX
  49. Chapter XL
  50. Chapter XLI
  51. Chapter XLII
  52. Chapter XLIII
  53. Chapter XLIV
  54. Chapter XLV
  55. Chapter XLVI
  56. Chapter XLVII
  57. Chapter XLVIII
  58. III
  59. Chapter XLIX
  60. Chapter L
  61. Chapter LI
  62. Chapter LII
  63. Chapter LIII
  64. Chapter LIV
  65. Chapter LV
  66. Chapter LVI
  67. Chapter LVII
  68. Chapter LVIII
  69. Chapter LIX
  70. Chapter LX
  71. Chapter LXI
  72. Chapter LXII
  73. Chapter LXIII
  74. Chapter LXIV
  75. Chapter LXV
  76. Chapter LXVI
  77. Chapter LXVII
  78. IV
  79. Chapter LXVIII
  80. Chapter LXIX
  81. Chapter LXX
  82. Chapter LXXI
  83. Chapter LXXII
  84. Chapter LXXIII
  85. Chapter LXXIV
  86. Chapter LXXV
  87. Chapter LXXVI
  88. Chapter LXXVII
  89. Chapter LXXVIII
  90. Chapter LXXIX
  91. Chapter LXXX
  92. Chapter LXXXI
  93. Chapter LXXXII
  94. Chapter LXXXIII
  95. Chapter LXXXIV
  96. Chapter LXXXV
  97. Chapter LXXXVI
  98. Chapter LXXXVII
  99. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Ilić and Bilbija tracked him to an unfurnished room in Matonge, which Ilić proceeded to redecorate with the dealer’s blood while Bilbija waited outside in the car. When Ilić had finished, he summoned Bilbija to help cut up the victim and place the remains in black bags, which would then be dumped at various locations around Brussels. Unfortunately, just as they began cutting off his arms, it became apparent that the dealer was not as dead as Ilić had believed, but Bilbija finished him off before he could make too much of a racket. Bilbija had never killed anyone before. He found the experience messy but interesting, and later wrote a poem about it in the modernist style of Vasko Popa.

After that incident, Bilbija became an integral part of the Vuksan hierarchy, especially once the Vuksans assumed complete control of operations in Amsterdam. He took his orders from both brothers, but always ran Spiridon’s commands past Radovan before proceeding. In this way, a certain amount of unnecessary violence was avoided, if at the cost of complete trust between Spiridon and Bilbija. This trust had been further eroded by Bilbija’s refusal actively to engage in rape and femicide at the house in Amsterdam. He might have been prepared to hurt females, but he drew the line at killing them himself, and he was not a rapist. Among his tribe, Luca Bilbija was what passed for a man of principle.

Bilbija did not like what he had witnessed at De Jaager’s safe house. It had caused him to reconsider his future relationship with Radovan Vuksan. He was aware that the Dutch police would soon connect the Vuksans to the killings, and it was entirely possible that he would be connected to them in turn. This seemed terribly unfair. He had not harmed anyone at the safe house. He had tied the women to the beds, and later helped nail De Jaager to a wall, but by then the old man was already dead. Bilbija’s role in what had occurred was, therefore, largely limited to driving and cleaning up after, and in his view hardly merited a custodial sentence.

When the Vuksans’ situation grew more complicated following the death of Nikola Musulin, Bilbija decided that his period of employment with them had come to its natural end. He had privately informed Radovan Vuksan of his decision to leave the fold while they were hiding out at the farmhouse of Gavrilo Dražeta. Radovan had placed a hand on his shoulder and whispered:

‘Say nothing of this to Spiridon or the others. For now, you remain one of us.’

‘Why?’ said Bilbija.

‘Because circumstances have changed,’ said Radovan. ‘We are wanted men, and any desire to depart will be viewed by Spiridon as a prelude to treachery. He will have you killed the moment you turn your back on him. Zivco will do it in a heartbeat.’