Three of the most wanted war criminals in the world sat huddled together at a small table in the corner of a deserted bar in Buenos Aires. It was located a few hundred yards away from Eichmann’s house on Garibaldi Street, on the outskirts of the city. Bormann had called an emergency meeting with the two Mossad targets and Mengele had arrived exactly on time, whereas Eichmann kept them both waiting for the better part of an hour.

Bormann was aware the two Nazis held very different mindsets. Mengele was an extremely cautious man who lived in constant fear of exposure and capture and looked to Bormann for help and guidance. Eichmann was the complete opposite. He had total contempt for Bormann, whom he viewed as a talentless, over-promoted party official who had somehow managed to win the ear of the Führer during the last few months of the war. His instinctive self-importance and inbuilt arrogance meant he didn’t bother to hide his total disregard for Bormann and he clearly resented being summoned to a last-minute meeting by the man he considered to be his inferior.

On the table stood a cheap bottle of whisky and a jug of water. Bormann poured out three scotches and called for a toast to the Führer. The three of them clinked glasses and drained them in one shot.

“Josef, Adolf, I bring the regards of the Führer who is aware of today’s meeting.”

Unlike Eichmann, Mengele still had huge respect for Hitler and was the first to reply. “How is the Führer’s health these days?”

“His mind is as brilliant as ever. It’s just his body that is beginning to let him down.”

Eichmann was much more matter of fact. “So why the sudden panic for a meeting? It was very inconvenient for me to have to change my work schedule at such short notice.”

Bormann refused to rise to the bait and ignored the obvious taunt from Eichmann. “Gentlemen, I am seriously concerned for your welfare. I understand that, right now, Mossad have agents sniffing around the city, trying to locate your whereabouts. You need to relocate as soon as possible and find a safe haven. I will transfer suitable funds into your accounts to enable you to make the move. Time is of the essence and this is not a request. It’s an instruction from your Führer.”

Eichmann snapped back immediately. “Bormann, fuck you and fuck the Führer. I am not a pawn of yours to be moved around on one of your fucking chessboards. I have built a good life here and my family is settled. Besides, everyone knows the government would never agree to extradite us back to Germany or Israel, so Mossad are fucked.”