Chapters (58)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- What Happened to the Witnesses?
- Acknowledgements
- About the Author
- Rory Clements Readers’ Club
- Letter from Author
‘I’ll drink to that, but I would have loved to have seen him paraded to the world in a cage. I’ll fix a flight for you to get you home. First thing tomorrow suit you?’
‘That’ll be fine.’
‘Via Wiesbaden if that’s OK. You can give me a full briefing. By the way, who else have you told about this?’
‘No one.’ Not even Paula Jaeger, though she might have made a guess.
‘Well, keep it that way for a while. We’ll work out how to play it. President Truman might want a say. In the meantime, give me the coordinates and I’ll get a squad up there to examine the scene. Your job is done, Professor Wilde.’
Wilde put down the phone and it rang immediately. Wilde guessed it was for Angie, but picked it up anyway. ‘Apfelwald medical centre,’ he said.
‘Is that you, Wilde?’
‘Colonel?’
‘Thank God I got you, Wilde. I had no idea where you were,’ Appache said.
‘What is it?’
‘Professor, we have a problem.’
Chapter 47
Chapter 47
Wilde was incredulous. As he listened to Appache, he realised his hearing was almost back to normal, but he held the phone hard against his ear because he simply couldn’t believe what he was being told.
‘And that’s it,’ Appache said finally.
‘You’ve been protecting Julius Boden?’
‘I had no option. This was orders from on high – maybe right the way from the Oval Office, though they’ll never own it.’
‘But why would you do that?’
‘I’ve explained this all to Lieutenant Heck, who’s standing right beside me here at Garmisch, and he is as angry as you, Professor. I’ve got a bruised jaw to prove it.’
‘Did he slug you?’
‘I got off lightly. With his right arm out of action, he had to hit me with his left. I guess I deserved it,’ Appache said. ‘There will be no report made. To tell the truth, I’m pretty mad myself. I should never have been put in this position.’
‘You’re going to have to explain this better,’ Wilde said. ‘Why would anyone protect an SS officer?’
‘Because I was ordered to. Because word has come down from on high that we are to recruit and protect the more biddable senior Nazis, however vile their past. The world might not know it yet, but it seems that Nazism is no longer enemy number one. Communism is, and these guys will help us root it out in the new Germany.’
‘That just sounds crazy.’
‘I’m not going to argue about that, Professor.’
‘But why Boden in particular?’