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“Who’s ‘us’?” Sam asked.

She motioned with the wicked-looking weapon. “Upstairs.”

It was an order. They passed through an interior doorway with a gate of iron bars and ascended to the room above the crypt. This was circular, too, with twelve pillars and twelve arches at its periphery, and a round medieval-style chandelier overhead with twelve bulbs. The lights weren’t lit, and the only dim illumination came from a couple of desk lamps sitting on the floor against the walls. Whoever was here did not seem anxious to advertise their presence to the village outside. On the marble floor beneath the chandelier was another design that played off the wheeling swastika. Rominy had a jolt of recognition.

“It’s the sun wheel you saw on my shoulder,” said a voice from the shadows. And out stepped Jake Barrow, or the man who’d claimed to be Jake. He was dressed in a black business suit with white shirt and silk tie of maroon, like a politician or CEO. The tie’s subtle pattern was runic lightning bolts. Jake’s left wrist glinted with an expensive gold watch. And his right held an automatic pistol, black and deadly, its dark mouth aimed waist high. There were, Rominy decided, entirely too many guns in the world.

“Thought we’d catch you in storm trooper drag, Barrow,” Sam said.

“And I thought you might try to improve on slacker-slob apparel should you ever make it to Europe, but apparently not,” Jake responded. “The clean chin is a start, however. Trying to impress Rominy, Sam?”

“Just airport security.”

“We of The Fellowship don’t wear the clothes of three generations ago. National Socialism is about ideas, not uniforms.”

“Yeah, genocide. Conquest. Looting. Book burning. And attempted murder of a woman you claimed you loved.”

“Not murder, but simply a delay so we had time to prepare things. I’d no doubt the nuns would get you out sooner or later, no doubt that you’d follow me here. I deliberately aimed for your mobile phone so you’d survive to help deliver her. I deliberately gave Rominy clues. So welcome, we’ve been impatiently expecting you, and now the final act in our little play can finally begin.”

“Play?” Rominy asked.

“Surely Ursula Kalb’s performance as an American hick deserves an Academy Award.” Jake gestured toward the woman she thought of as Delphina.

“So it was all a charade? The skinhead, too?”

“Fashionably bald.” And the man Rominy had seen at the cabin window, the one who’d killed the poor hounds, emerged from behind another pillar. His Mohawk stripe was gone and he was completely shaven. “Otto Nietzel, at your service.” He, too, had a suit and narrow black tie, but his feet were armored with high-top black military boots. Tie or no tie, he still looked like a thug. “I’m real, not a charade.”

“You butchered those dogs?”

“Put them to use. You fled with Jakob as intended.”

She looked from one to another. “My car explosion was your doing?” she finally asked Jake.

“I’m afraid so. More effective than an opening line in a single’s bar.”

“Was
anything
real?”

“As I said in Tibet, you, to start. I’m glad your hand appears to be healing. The mystery was real. We couldn’t get access to the safety deposit box short of robbery, which would bring in the FBI. We didn’t know if there was anything useful in it but had to look. We knew nothing about the mine or satchel. The physics we discussed on the plane is real. Your ingenuity was real, and your body was real.”

“Is your scar real? Flipping your bike?”

He fingered his chin. “A Jew fought back.”

She shuddered. She’d had sex with this manipulative monster.

“Ursula did use the hounds to track us and rescue us at the Eldorado mine,” he went on, “after I sent a signal from an EPIRB rescue beacon I’d hidden in my pack. The toughs at the airport were an American bodyguard for me, should you panic and run for a cop. The inheritance was a stroke of luck. You’ve contributed to a noble cause.”

“Is there a real Delphina Clarkson?”

“There was. She has, alas, passed away.”

“You
murdered
her?”

“We solved a problem. She was . . . recalcitrant.”

“Oh, my God.” Rominy felt sick. The poor woman would never have been harmed if Rominy hadn’t drawn these lunatics into her life. It just got worse and worse.

“I’m not real,” Jake said amiably. “I’m not a reporter, not an American, and not very fond of wine. My German name is Jakob.”

“At least your English is impressive,” Sam said sourly.

“I studied at Columbia and Yale. Laughably liberal, decadently idealistic.”

“Obviously you flunked.”

At that Frau Kalb rammed the muzzle of her M3 assault rifle into the guide’s kidneys. Sam gasped and fell to his knees.

Otto grinned at the blow.

Rominy’s heart was hammering. Please don’t be a hero, Sam.

He struggled to talk. “Brave move, Ursula, just like your mass-murdering master. Uncle Adolf never won a battle when he couldn’t land a sucker punch.”

Otto’s expression darkened and he strode quickly across the room’s circle, the steel at the tip of his boots ringing on the marble. “You want to fight, American?” He grabbed Mackenzie’s ears and brought up his knee, slamming it into Sam’s face. Blood spurted. Sam fell sideways and Nietzel kicked viciously, a hard boot to the groin. The victim curled like a slug that’s been salted. The Nazi kicked him again, in the side. Sam went white.

“Enough.” It was Jake, or Jakob. “You’ll have opportunity to play with him later, Otto.”

The skinhead spat and stepped back.

Rominy was trembling. She hated violence and these people were bullies, killers, and liars. And now she had some answers, at least, to who they were and what they’d done. Which meant they were planning to kill her, too, didn’t it? Or were they? She was tensed for a blow herself, but none came. For some reason they were leaving her alone. It didn’t make sense. “Why did you even let us come here?” She hated the way her voice broke.

“It’s obvious, isn’t it?” A new voice sounded, low and sonorous, and when this figure stepped from behind a pillar the other Germans unconsciously straightened. More people emerged as well, men and women, all dressed as high-ranking professionals. Conspiracy with style. But this figure alone advanced across the room’s circle, walking erect and gracefully over the inlaid sun wheel.

“You’ve been chosen, Rominy,” the man said. “That’s why Jakob here didn’t simply kill you in America and take your blood to Tibet. He didn’t kidnap you, either. We’ve been testing you, to see if you meet our criteria as a Chosen One. It’s not that different from the hunt for the next Dalai Lama, really.”

“Jacob?” Sam wheezed. “The Jew who wrestled an angel and was renamed Israel? Have your friends checked your bloodline, Jake?”

“Shut up, or Otto will kick you again,” Jake—or Jakob—warned. “No one here is interested in your muddle of religious tripe.”

“Sam, don’t provoke them,” Rominy added. She turned to their leader. “You murdered my mother and grandmother, too?”

“Your mother and grandmother had to be disposed of because the time of discovery was not yet ripe and we didn’t want to risk them falling into American hands,” the new man said smoothly, ignoring the others. “We waited for the next heir before extermination. You’re fortunate in being alive at a pivotal time. Science has saved you.”

“You mean physics.”

“Particle accelerators,” Jake said. “Atom smashers.”

“You’re going to try to revive the Vril in that staff. You’re going to use the big supercollider near Geneva and make a weapon that can kill more people.”

“Very good,” the older man said calmly.

There was something wrong with this new individual who was clearly their leader, Rominy thought. He was still in shadow so she couldn’t pin it down, but there was an odd, mechanical manner in his movements and a sickly paleness in his face.

“So if physics hadn’t advanced, I’d be dead, too.”

“Yes. That’s why it was best you grow up not knowing too much. It made you safer. It made you happier.”

Her mind was struggling to absorb just how thoroughly she’d been duped. They’d all been duped, for decades. “What happened to my great-grandfather?”

“He never left Tibet.”

“Then who lived and died in the cabin?”

“I’ll explain all that on our journey, but first let me introduce myself.” He moved into the light and held out a hand in a leather glove. Involuntarily, she stepped back. His skin wasn’t just pale, it was partly translucent, hinting at the muscle structure beneath, like the rubber of a yellow balloon stretched over someone who had been skinned. His eyes were bloodshot and feverish, his hair iron gray, and his frame thin, cadaverous, like an ascetic prophet or concentration camp victim. He looked gaunt, fanatic, ethereal. What was wrong with him?

“Hello, Rominy.” He smiled, his teeth dull and worn. “You are witness to a miracle. I’m Kurt Raeder. I’m the man who slew your great-grandfather, and I’ve been waiting for this moment for more than seventy years.”

50

Wewelsburg, Germany

October 3, Present Day

R
ominy and Sam were marched down stairs even deeper than the tower crypt to the
Hexenkeller
, the witches’ cellar, and shoved inside a whitewashed stone cell by Otto. The room was barren and cold.

“You’ll be leaving in the morning,” the skinhead Nazi said to Rominy. “See that you get some rest.”

“What about Sam?” Her friend was leaning painfully against one wall.

“We don’t need him anymore.” A two-inch-thick heavy oak door slammed shut. They heard a bar drop over it.

The only ventilation was a tiny grilled window in the thick castle wall, too high to reach and too narrow to crawl through. There were two mattresses on the floor with woolen military blankets.

Sam sat down heavily on one, groaning. It crackled. “Straw. Welcome to the Middle Ages.” There was a single lightbulb in a protective cage high overhead and no switch they could see to turn it off. A bucket was apparently supposed to serve as a toilet. There was no water and no privacy. “I’ll never complain about Motel Six again.”

Rominy kneeled by him. “Are you all right, Sam?”

“No, I’m not all right, Rominy. I’ve been shot in the chest, forced to walk out of the wilderness, and clubbed in the kidneys. And don’t get me started about the leg room and in-flight meal on the airline.”

“I’m a disaster for everyone who comes into contact with me. Poor Mrs. Clarkson.”

“Mrs. Clarkson apparently never came into contact with you at all. Don’t blame yourself for what these lunatic murderers have been up to. We’re victims of madmen, led by a guy who looks like he climbed out of a coffin. If a bat flies through that little window, I’m giving up.” He shifted and groaned.

“That
couldn’t
be Kurt Raeder. He’d be over a hundred years old.”

“Doesn’t look a day over ninety-nine.”

“Did something happen to make him live this long?”

“Who knows? These may just be inmates from the local asylum. Next up will be a guy with a Charlie Chaplin mustache giving a Hitler salute, and another with a bicorne hat and his hand tucked into his waistcoat. At least we were right about the atom smasher. They’ve been waiting for it to go to full power.”

“How are they going to make use of it? It’s a big international science project.”

“I have a feeling these Nazis aren’t going to ask permission.” He looked at the door. “And apparently we don’t get a vote. So what now?”

She sat next to him, having no idea. But the worst choice would be surrender. “I think we’d better starting acting and not reacting. I think we’d better make some plans.”

T
he cell light never went out, and they dozed as best they could on the thin, scratchy mattresses. There was no heat, and the temperature hovered somewhere between barely tolerable and freezing. Rominy crawled to Sam’s mattress and curled inside him as she’d done in the wilderness of Tibet. There was a comfort to it more profound than anything she’d felt with Jake. Sam put his arm around her and actually managed to doze while she thought fretfully. He groaned sometimes in his sleep.

So the thinnest light from a gray dawn was just penetrating their distant window when he abruptly sat up.

“What is it?” she whispered.

“I hurt.”

“Sam, I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. It woke me up enough to think. Rominy, they’re going to take you somewhere, maybe the collider—I don’t know why—and kill me. It’s the only thing that makes sense. So the only thing that makes sense to
me
is to get clear of these thugs and come after you. So that’s what I have to do.”

“Just save yourself.” Her tone was hopeless.

“No, that’s what people like this count on—their enemies just trying to save themselves, and being picked off one by one. Do you know what a fascist is?”

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