Chapters (50)
- Praise
- Title Page
- Copyright Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
- THIRTY-ONE
- THIRTY-TWO
- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
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- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
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- EPILOGUE
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Teaser chapter
“Of course. There’s a maze of underground tunnels the SS planned to use for the secret murder of thirty thousand Jews from the Ebensee concentration camp. He’s under a pile of rocks in one of those tunnels.”
“Did you say Ebensee?”
“Yes.”
“And the tip-off was from Jacobs, right?”
“How did you know?”
“Have you ever heard of Friedrich Warzok?”
“Yes,” said Zvi. “He was the deputy commander of the Janowska Concentration Camp.”
“Look, I’m pretty sure the man you shot wasn’t Eichmann but Warzok,” I said. “But it ought to be easy enough to check. All you have to do is go back to Ebensee and examine the body. Then you’ll know for sure that I’m telling the truth and that Eichmann is still alive.”
“Why didn’t Warzok deny that he was Eichmann?” asked Zvi.
“What would be the point?” I said. “To deny being Eichmann he would have had to have proved he was Warzok. And you’d have shot him anyway.”
“True. But why would Jacobs sell us a dummy?”
“I don’t know. All I know is that Eichmann is about sixty miles from here. Right now. He’s in hiding. I know where. I can take you to him.”
“He’s lying,” said Shlomo.
“Anyone would think you don’t want to find Eichmann, Shlomo,” I said.
“Eichmann is dead,” said Shlomo. “I shot him.”
“Can you really risk being wrong about something like that?” I asked.
“We would probably be walking into some kind of trap,” said Shlomo. “There’s only three of us. And supposing we did find Eichmann. What would we do with him?”
“I’m glad you mentioned that Shlomo,” I said. “You let me go. That’s what you do. If you ask him nicely, Eichmann will even tell you my real name. He’ll also confirm part of my story. About being in Palestine before the war. Letting an innocent man go in return for helping you to find Eichmann seems like a very small price to pay.”
Aaron said, “And what about those photographs? You were in the SS. You knew Heydrich and Himmler. And Nebe. Do you deny that?”
“No, I don’t. But it’s not how it looks, that’s all. Look, it would take a long time to explain. Before the war I was a cop. Nebe was the boss of the criminal police. I was a detective. That’s all.”
“Give me five minutes with him, Zvi,” said Shlomo. “I’ll find out if he’s telling the truth or not.”
“So you do admit that it’s a possibility?”
“Why did you say that the body in the tunnels must be Friedrich Warzok’s?” asked Zvi.