“You always did know how to make me feel better,” said Himmler, taking a deep pull on his cigar.

“The words were yours, Reichsführer,” said Helmut. “All yours.”

Jean stepped out of the Munich train station unaware that Dietrich Mueller and Eva Klein were watching her. She loved traveling alone, and especially the excitement of unplanned excursions. She had eaten a bratwurst on the train, washed it down with a good German beer, and now, standing in the center of a bustling European metropolis, she felt she could not be any farther from her life in Ridgefield if she were walking on the far side of the moon. She was, for the next few hours, at no one’s beck and call. No conference schedule, no students, no department chair or administrators. Jean Simpson was a free woman, and she nearly laughed as she reached the front of the taxi queue. Only when the dispatcher asked, in German, for her destination, did her mood sober somewhat as she replied, in English, “Dachau concentration camp.”

Eva had slipped into the line behind Jean and had no trouble overhearing and understanding her directions to the driver. As the cab pulled away, she pulled out her phone and called Ingrid, stepping back toward where Dietrich waited on the sidewalk.

“Her grandparents died there according to Gottfried’s dossier,” Eva explained.

“I remember,” said Ingrid.

“So do we follow her or do we forget about it?”

The line went silent for a moment and then Ingrid said, “Let her go. She’s on some sort of personal pilgrimage. Probably got interested in family history when we sent her that book. Come back so we can be ready when the others get to Munich.”

“She says to come back,” said Eva to Dietrich, but he only smiled broadly at her.

“What?” she said.

“We have to eat some lunch,” he said. “And then we’ll probably get caught in traffic. It could be two hours before we get back.”

“And I’ll bet I know what you’d like to spend two hours doing,” said Eva.

“There are three hotels right across the street,” said Dietrich, taking Eva’s hand. “Someone will have a room.”