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Chapters (61)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Chapter Fifty-Four
  56. Chapter Fifty-Five
  57. Chapter Fifty-Six
  58. Epilogue
  59. Author’s Note
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. About the Author

Mengele ignored Eichmann’s rant and turned to Bormann. “Martin, I will speak to Martha tonight. If you and the Führer believe we are truly under threat from the Israelis, then we will look to move out of the city and disappear into the countryside.”

Bormann reached into his pocket and retrieved two small ring-sized boxes.

“Eichmann, as always, you will make your own decision, but my intelligence is good, and my advice is sound. The city is not a safe place for you at the present time and you need to disappear, even if it’s only for a few months.”

Bormann leaned forward, placed the boxes on the table and opened the lids to reveal two tiny glass capsules.

“Above all, it is your sworn duty to serve the Führer at all times. Both of you know the whereabouts of his sanctuary and, should either of you fall into the hands of the Jews, I expect you to take the appropriate action.”

Eichmann stood up and picked up one of the boxes containing a cyanide ampoule.

“Don’t worry, Bormann. You and the Führer are perfectly safe in your beautiful country estate. Millions of people believe the bullshit story that Hitler and Braun committed suicide in the bunker – not even the Israelis are looking for them, so I won’t be needing this.”

He threw the box back onto the table and left the bar.

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The following day, Bormann was back in Hitler’s study, giving a full debrief of the meeting.

“Führer, to be frank, Eichmann’s total lack of respect towards you leaves us with a big problem. If he were to be taken by the Israelis, there’s no guarantee that, under interrogation, he won’t divulge our location.”

“Martin, what are you suggesting?”

Bormann knew that Hitler still held huge respect for one of the architects of the final solution, and the Führer continued to defend him.

“Yes, Eichmann was always an arrogant bastard, but I never doubted his loyalty and I don’t believe he would ever betray me.”

Bormann protested, trying again to convince Hitler that Eichmann was indeed a live threat. “Führer, he is not the same man you remember. I believe he is a danger to us and we need to take care of him. We have people in Buenos Aires—”

Hitler raised his left arm, forcing Bormann to stop mid-sentence. His voice quivered with undisguised anger. “Eichmann will not be touched.”

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