“Voss got to Rome with the help of old friends from the SS. Occasionally, he would stay in small inns or safe houses, but for the most part he found shelter in Franciscan monasteries and convents.”

“And after he arrived?”

“He stayed at a lovely old villa at Number 23 Via Piave. An Austrian priest, Monsignor Karl Bayer, took very good care of him while the Pontifical Commission of Assistance saw to his travel arrangements. Within a few days, he had a Red Cross passport in the name of Rudolf Seibel and a landing permit for Argentina. On May 25, 1949, he boarded the North King in Genoa and set sail for Buenos Aires.”

“The ship sounds familiar.”

“It should. There was another passenger on board who’d also received help from the Vatican. His Red Cross passport identified him as Helmut Gregor. His real name was—”

“Josef Mengele.”

Lavon nodded. “We don’t know whether the two men ever met during the crossing. But we do know that Voss’s arrival went more smoothly than Mengele’s. Apparently, the Angel of Death described himself to immigration officials as a technician, but his luggage was filled with medical files and blood samples from his time at Auschwitz.”

“Did Voss have anything interesting in his luggage?”

“You mean something like a Rembrandt portrait?” Lavon shook his head. “As far as we know, Voss came to the New World empty-handed. He listed his occupation as bellman and was admitted to the country without delay. His mentor, Eichmann, arrived a year later.”

“It must have been quite a reunion.”

“Actually, they didn’t get on terribly well in Argentina. They met for coffee a few times at the ABC Café in downtown Buenos Aires, but Voss apparently didn’t care for Eichmann’s company. Eichmann had spent several years in hiding, working as a lumber-jack and a farmer. He was no longer a young god who held the fate of millions in the palm of his hand. He was a common laborer in need of work. And he was seething with bitterness.”

“And Voss?”

“Unlike Eichmann, he had a formal education. Within a year, he was working as a lawyer in a firm that catered to the German community in Argentina. In 1955, his wife and son were smuggled out of Germany, and the family was reunited. By all accounts, Kurt Voss lived a rather ordinary but comfortable middle-class life in the Palermo district of Buenos Aires until his death in 1982.”

“Why wasn’t he ever arrested?”

“Because he had powerful friends. Friends in the secret police. Friends in the army. After we grabbed Eichmann in 1960, he went underground for a few months. But for the most part, the man who put Lena Herzfeld’s family on a train to Auschwitz lived out his life without fear of arrest or extradition.”

“Did he ever publicly talk about the war?”