“Somebody in Munich has been poking their nose in our business,” said Gottfried, hunched over his laptop. He had rigged the Fox’s Den with a satellite receiver aboveground and they had cleaned one of the rooms and outfitted it with lights powered by a generator that sat in a niche on the side of the entrance tunnel. On their last trip to the Fox’s Den they had detoured to the IKEA outside Munich and purchased a few chairs and the table where Gottfried now worked.

“I don’t know if it’s the press or the police,” he said, “but neither is good news. I did my best to obfuscate our ownership of this place, but sooner or later they’ll figure out we’re here.”

“And by then we’ll be long gone,” said Weiss. “Soon enough we’ll hear news reports that the terrorists have been killed. We can wait that long.”

“We nearly got lost in here,” said Dietrich, entering the room holding a flashlight in one hand and Eva’s hand in the other. “Every time we come I find more tunnels and chambers. I wonder why Himmler didn’t just hide the gold here?”

“Too many people knew about it,” said Ingrid. “And your job was not to explore the Fox’s Den. I asked you to check the perimeter.”

“We did check the perimeter,” said Eva. “There’s nothing out there.”

“Fine,” said Ingrid. “I want one of you to walk that perimeter every two hours. It’s nine o’clock. I’m going to get some sleep. Wake me at noon, unless something happens.”

“Why is she always the one who gets to sleep?” said Dietrich.

“Are you Ruthie Drinkwater?” said Bob Macmillan, pointing to Jean with his gun.

“No,” said Jean, “why do you ask?”

“We just wanted to thank her for getting in touch with us on Twitter, letting us know where Patton here was headed.”

“Jesus,” said Nemo, “is there anyone that snake didn’t call?”

“That was my fault,” said Patton. “I saw these fine fellows on TV and I told Ruthie their names.”

“Look,” said Bob, “there doesn’t need to be any trouble with the three of you. You’re free to go. We just want Patton.”

“Pretty convenient for you,” said Nemo. “The woman you’re hunting is wanted on terrorism charges and now you can shoot her in the middle of nowhere and let the authorities think it was some sort of double cross.”

“Who says we’re hunting her?” said Bob.

“It doesn’t look like you came to play checkers,” said Jean.

“If you want Patton,” said Nemo, “you’ll have to go through us.”

“That’s not really a problem,” said Bob.

“Speak for yourself,” said Alex. “I might be newly noble, but I’m not that noble.”

“Look,” said Bob, “we can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way.”