“Germans, with the Poles being willing accomplices.” Her eyes skimmed across the pages, taking in the horrors with little emotion. “Escapees who were caught were shot on the spot or hanged as examples…those that did make it into the surrounding area were turned in by the villagers. There were some efforts of resistance…. Dr. Julian Chorazycki…SS men’s physician. He was an inmate—”

“Jewish?”

“Yes…he and some others gathered contraband weapons with the help of the Ukrainians, but he was caught and put to death. Zelo Bloch led an uprising of fifty to seventy men. He was also put to death. Then Germans burned the camp down…about seven hundred and fifty escaped, but only seventy survived to see liberation.” Rina looked at her husband. “If that was Carter Golding’s father, he was certainly one of the rarified few—70 out of 870,000. It defies logic.”

Decker said, “Even if he had been one of the lucky ones, what are the odds that his mother, father, and sister also survived?”

“Nil,” Rina said. “Ernesto was on to something. Where did he say he got his information from?”

“He claims he got it off the Internet,” Decker said. “I think that’s bogus. Does the Center have lists of survivors from Treblinka?”

“I’m sure they do.” Rina thought long and hard. “Peter, what did you do with those awful pictures Ernesto left behind after he vandalized the synagogue?”

“We bagged them. They’re somewhere in the bowels of the evidence room. What are you thinking? That they could be a link to Isaac’s identity?”

“Maybe the dress or faces or area would point to a specific camp.”

Decker said, “As I recall, most of them looked like anonymous dead bodies.”

“Anonymous dead Jews.” She was dispirited.

“I’ll pull them from the evidence room, Rina. You never know.”

From the hallway, they both heard Hannah asking if it was time to go yet. Rina looked at the clock. “Oh my goodness, it’s a half hour past the start of school!”

Decker stood. “That means I’m a half hour late.”

“I’ll take her—”

“No, I’ll take her. I want to take her.” Decker grabbed Rina to his chest before she could run off, and kissed her hard on the lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. And you’re not old, by the way!”

“I am old. But I don’t care because I have a young wife…well, not so young anymore—”

“Now who’s being mean?” Rina slugged him on his shoulder. “Are you feeling okay about this, Akivaleh?”

“I love when you call me Akivaleh. It means you’re not mad at me.”

“I’m never mad at you.”

“Nonsense, you’re mad at me all the time.” He grinned. “I’m just not home enough to see it. Watch yourself. Lots of kooks out there.”

“I could say the same for you.”

“You could. But it wouldn’t help.”