“I think it’s a she,” said Ted. “And it looks like . . .”

“That’s another person,” said Jean.

“Another woman from the looks of it. I wonder why she was riding in the trunk?”

“Maybe because she’s wanted by the police,” said Jean.

“You think . . .”

“I think that’s Ingrid Weiss,” said Jean. “It’s hard to tell from this distance and with so little light, but if I had to guess.”

The two women got back into the black sedan and pulled back onto the road. Twenty minutes later, Jean and Ted watched from across the street as they left their car with a valet and entered a resort hotel on the outskirts of Vaduz, Liechtenstein. This time Jean got a good look.

“That’s Weiss,” she said. “And the other woman was in that basement when they tied me up.”

2:00 a.m.

Bob and Alex continued following the truck to Zurich while Patton and Franklin considered whether to divert toward Vaduz. When they received the call from Jean, they had just rounded the end of Lake Constance near Bregenz. Vaduz was barely a half hour away. Even though they had no idea if Nemo would be done at the bank before the Germans showed up, their part in the operation had officially ended. The prospect of checking into a luxury hotel in Vaduz was appealing, but Patton kept imagining the scene when Ingrid Weiss’s truck showed up while Nemo’s was still being unloaded. Even if the bank held the one truck outside while the other was being unloaded, Nemo would have to drive by the Germans in an identical truck, and that was sure to arouse suspicion. If the Germans started asking the bank manager questions, who knows what might happen, even given the famous discretion of Swiss bankers. She felt sure that, if the two trucks met, there would be trouble. Plus, if Weiss’s truck kept on driving as fast as it had been when it passed them, it would certainly make it to the bank before 3:00 a.m. Even if Nemo managed to get out before that, the truck arriving before the appointed time could lead to awkward questions.

“I think we should follow them to Zurich,” she said. “In case we can come up with any way to slow them down.”

“If that’s what you think, that’s what we’ll do,” said Franklin. They drove on in silence for a few minutes, keeping Alex’s car and the truck in sight. Then Patton took a deep breath and began to say what she had wanted to say for years.

“I really am sorry about what happened in Kandahar. And even though I’ve never attempted suicide, Nemo was right about the nightmares and the guilt and the . . .”

“PTSD,” said Franklin.

“Oh, yeah,” said Patton.

“Me, too,” said Franklin.

“Sorry.”