“But we’ve been there a dozen times looking,” said Eva. “What makes you think this time will be any different?”

“Because this time we will know where to look,” said Ingrid, smiling. “In a few hours Projekt Alchemie will succeed. I only wish the great Reichsführer Himmler could be here to see his dream realized. Now we will prove him right and the Aryan will be supreme once more.”

“What do we take with us?” said Gottfried.

“We take weapons, explosives, and your hard drive,” said Ingrid. “Plus our bags. There’s no time for anything else.”

“But what about the books and the—”

“It needs to look like we weren’t here,” said Ingrid, “not like we packed up. Besides, once the money starts rolling in, it won’t make a difference.”

“You’re sure this will work?” said Eva.

“Operation Waistcoat will absolutely work,” said Dietrich. “Projekt Alchemie is more a leap of faith.”

“It’s time to leap,” said Ingrid.

Five minutes later they had filled the trunk of Ingrid’s BMW with every piece of weaponry in the house along with the four bags they always kept packed for this possibility. Gottfried had removed one laptop and an external hard drive that kept all their files, then set in motion the program that would wipe the memory of everything he left behind. Dietrich had used a can of black spray paint to leave some evidence on the garden wall.

“Are you sure we’re not forgetting anything?” said Eva as Ingrid started the car and backed toward the street.

“Anything we’ve forgotten we can buy,” said Ingrid. “Nothing is irreplaceable.”