“Wait,” said Ingrid, sitting up, “are you telling me you’re tracking another person from the same place in America?”

“Not the same place,” said Gottfried, “but nearby.”

“That can’t be a coincidence,” said Ingrid.

“Tell her the best part,” said Dietrich.

“The best part,” said Gottfried, “is that Karl and Erich came back online, too.”

“Where are they?” said Ingrid.

“In London, and listen to this.” Gottfried tapped a few buttons and a message appeared on one of his computer screens. “Nemo dead. Girl has paper and ticket to Munich. Details below. Buy us ticket on same train and we will watch her.”

“Karl must have typed this,” said Eva, squinting at the phone. “He can’t even spell properly.”

“Do you have any way to confirm this?” said Ingrid.

“The woman did buy a train ticket,” said Gottfried. “She used a computer at a library in West London and her own credit card.”

“She’s run out of cash,” said Ingrid. “Without Nemo, she has no idea how to play this game.”

“I booked the train for Erich and Karl,” said Gottfried. “It doesn’t leave until late this afternoon and it arrives in Munich early tomorrow morning. I can try to get back in touch with them if you want them to move in earlier.”

“No,” said Ingrid. “Why cause a scene in London with CCTV and police on every street corner when she’s coming right to us.”

“Two Americans are coming right to us,” said Eva.

“And Jean Simpson could be in Munich this afternoon,” said Gottfried.

“She can’t possibly know about the message,” said Ingrid.

“Unless this Patton Harcourt told her,” said Eva.

“When does her train get in?” said Ingrid.

“If she really is coming to Munich and not just going to be a tourist in Salzburg, ten past one,” said Gottfried.

“Do you have a picture of her?” said Ingrid.

“Of course,” said Gottfried. “I keep a dossier on everyone you send a book to. It’s all printed out and waiting for you.” He handed Ingrid a slim file folder.

“Dietrich, when the time comes get down to the station and watch for her. If you see her, just follow. It might be nothing, but I’d very much like to know what Jean Simpson is doing in Munich.”

“I’ll take Eva with me,” said Dietrich. “You know, in case this woman goes into the toilet or something.”

Ingrid rolled her eyes.