It was coming from above the cave.

“Lockhart! If you don’t leave the cave immediately, we’ll blow you out with grenades! Do you hear me?”

Lockhart didn’t reply.

“Do you hear me? Once more, if you don’t leave, you’ll be blown up! Come out with your hands up!”

Lockhart turned to Gregori and Vangeli.

“We’ve got no choice.”

They nodded. Together the three men stood up, and walked out of the cave, away from Manoli’s body.

“Just shoot me, Fasshauer!” Lockhart shouted. He turned to look up the mountain, and there was Fasshauer, thirty yards above them, crouching behind a rock.

“I don’t want to shoot you, my friend! You’ve been a great help by allowing us to follow you here!”

Lockhart let his head drop onto his chest. The one person he hated more than Fasshauer was himself.

OCTOBER 1949

“We all know about your father.”

“What do you know?”

“He was a traitor. A coward.”

“No he wasn’t!”

“Oh yes he was!”

“No he wasn’t!”

“He should have been hanged, hanged in the Tower.”

Amy had heard this before, but it was getting worse, unbearable. She didn’t dare tell the teachers about it, because she knew she mustn’t snitch, mustn’t tell on the older girls. Once, she had hit a girl who had said things about him, but that had gotten her into trouble, so now the only thing she could do was to find somewhere quiet where she could cry on her own.

She had been told that a traitor was somebody who fought against his own country, and that traitors were the worst type of people in the world. Some of the girls said that if your father was a traitor, then that made you one as well. She didn’t believe that, any more than she believed that Daddy was a traitor. Her father was a brave man, and he didn’t fight for the Germans, he fought for the British.

But if that was what the older girls said, then maybe they were right. She would never tell anybody at home about her doubts, because she was afraid of what they might say. It was hard to get away from the fact that the only people who said Daddy wasn’t a traitor were those back home. Everybody here thought otherwise. So what was she supposed to think? She didn’t know, but she told herself that when she was a grown-up, she would find out, prove to the world that her father was in fact a hero, a father to be proud of.

They would stop teasing her then.

JANUARY 1938

He’s gotten them really worked up.