"How do you think the American got to your camp tonight?" Rosenlocher asked. "He's one man in a wheelchair. Or is he?"

Richter peered into the dark.

"You were infiltrated, Herr Richter," said Rosenlocher. "My people are with you now. They helped him.

"You're lying," Richter said tensely.

"They've been with you all day," said Rosenlocher: "Watching. Preparing. Helping the American. You've lost key personnel tonight, haven't you, Herr Richter?"

Richter wasn't able to see very far in the thick night. "I don't believe this, and I don't believe you."

"Come after me. Perhaps a firelight will ensue. People will be firing into the dark. Who knows who will fall, Herr Richter? From which site will the bullet come?"

"You wouldn't dare murder me," said the neo-Nazi. "The truth will be discovered. You'll be ruined. There are laws."

Rosenlocher said, "Karin ignored them when she attacked the movie set. Do you think the public will care, Herr Richter? Will they really care when they learn that coldblooded murderers were slain?"

Richer said, "You won't win, Hauptmann. If I terminate this chase or leave now, you can do nothing!"

"It's out of my hands," said Rosenlocher. "I'm only calling to say good-bye. That, and to let you know I will not be among those who mourn."

The Hauptmann hung up. Richter threw down the telephone. "Damn his blood!"

"What is it?" someone asked.

Richter shook a fist and glared at his accomplices. "Hauptmann Rosenlocher says that we have been infiltrated by members of the Hamburg Landespolizei."

Rolf said, "Here?"

"Here," Richter said. He looked around. "Of course he's lying. It's idiotic, insane!" He thought aloud, "But why lie? He has the girl and the American. What does he gain?"

"Maybe he wasn't lying," one man said nervously.

Richter looked at him. "Do you want me to call off the pursuit? Maybe you are one of his men!"

"Herr Richter!" shouted another. "I have known Jorgen for years. He is true to the cause."

"Maybe the policeman is lying," said another man.

"Why?" Richter asked. "What does he gain? Fear? Dissent? Indecision? Panic?" He roared gutturally, "What does he gain?"

Jean-Michel said from behind him, "Time."

Richter spun on him. "What are you talking about?"

"The Hauptmann gains time," Jean-Michel said smoothly. "We find the bodies, stop to take care of them, then stand around trying to figure out who may or may not be a traitor. And as we do, Rosenlocher puts more distance between himself and us."

"To what end?" Richter asked. "He has what he came for."

"Does he?" asked Jean-Michel. "I don't think the American and the girl have had enough time to reach the Autobahn. Perhaps the cripple had a phone with him and called the Hauptmann." The Frenchman came closer. "You did, after all, give a speech in which you named your worst enemy."

Richter glared at him.