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the map light?"
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Drummond pressed a button on the dash and a small light came on over
Eberle's shoulder.
"I pulled Kluge's records down at the Wiesenthal Center and noticed
that he grew up in Ulm," Eberle said, consulting his notebook. "I then had
my sister at the bank run a credit check on Euro Plasma Technik and
came up with a list of assets, including several subsidiary companies and
rather a lot of property." He flipped to another page. "I checked them out
and discovered that, among the properties that one might expect of a
company involved in the blood products industry clinics and even a few
hospitals they own Marienkampf Castle near Ulm."
"Marienkampf," Drummond repeated, considering the name. "And you
think Kluge is there?"
"I do."
"Why there, as opposed to anywhere else?"
"I was just coming to that. I did a record search on Marienkampf Castle,
and found that in 1908 Jorg von Lanz bought the castle for some splinter
group in the Thule Society." Eberle shot a grin at Drummond. "As you
may or may not know, most of the early Nazis had ties to the Thule
Society, including the Big Cheese himself. Anyhow, in 1936 a chicken
fanner named Heinrich Himmler put a deposit on the property, but that
same year it was purchased by Otto Emil Kluge, who just happens to have
been our SS officer's father."
"Markus, you are one smart sonofabitch." Drummond gave Eberle a
big smile as he slowed the car. "I think my vampire friends are going to
like you just fine."
As the driver in the Saab watched Drummond's Range Rover slowing
down ahead of him, he reached under his seat and pulled out a 7.65mm
Uzi, which he rested in his lap. Pressing a button on the console between
the seats, he lowered the window on the passenger side and then
accelerated up to where Drummond appeared to be pulling to the side of
the road.
Just as the Saab swung around the Range Rover, Drummond slowed to
a near stop and abruptly turned the car into the woods. The driver of the
Saab fired a short burst from the Uzi that streaked past the Range Rover,
missing its flanks by scant inches.
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"Did you hear something?" Eberle asked, as the muffled sound of the
Uzi just barely penetrated inside the Range Rover.
"Probably ran over something," Drummond replied. "Did you see the
jerk that just passed us? Had to be doing close to a hundred. I thought for
a minute that he was going to hit us."
"Probably some junior industrialist headed to Liege," Eberle said, as
they bounced along the narrow track that led to the castle.
A quarter mile further along the highway, the dark blue Saab skidded
to a halt. Cursing, the driver slammed the car into reverse and spun the
steering wheel around, swinging the car across the center line and
pointing it back in the direction of Luxembourg City. Slapping a fresh
magazine into the Uzi with one hand, he raced back to where Drummond
and Eberle had turned into the heavy woods.
The car came to a complete stop in the middle of the road, the driver
straining to see where the Range Rover had gone. Very near some odd
surveyors' marks on the pavement, he could see tire tracks where the car
flattened the roadside grasses and headed into a narrow woodland track.
Straining to see through the dense trees beyond, he caught just a glimpse
of headlights moving through the woods. Tight-lipped, he turned the Saab
off the road and began easing along the forest track, driving on his
parking lights, watching for further gleams of the headlights he was
following.
Baron von Liebenfalz had waited for Drummond to return for nearly an
hour before he felt the first drops of rain spatter on his face. Looking at
the dark clouds roiling up in the darkening sky, he buttoned the collar of
his jacket around his neck and trudged back to his car. There he opened
the boot of the gray Audi and took out a loden hunting cape, which he
threw around his shoulders. Rummaging in an old-fashioned leather case
produced a sandwich tin and a small silver flask. He washed down the
cold roast venison with a swig of armagnac to keep out the chill of the
evening, then took a shooting stick out of the back of the car, closed the
boot lid, and went back to his post on the edge of the woods.
It was very quiet. Planting the shooting stick in the soft ground in front
of a tree, von Liebenfalz spread the handle into a small seat and settled
down to wait for Drummond's return. Wrapped in his cape, with the brim
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of his hat turned down, he studied the outline of the castle as it slowly
vanished into the shadows of night, occasionally raising a compact pair of
field glasses to scan the line of the battlements. He had seen no sign of
life as yet.
Growing somewhat impatient, von Liebenfalz glanced at his watch and
tried to make out the time, silently cursing the elegant Vascheron
timepiece for not having luminous hands. Sitting in the dark, in the
intermittent light rain that had been falling since just before sunset, he
soon lost all track of the time. He was just about to reach for his flask
when he thought he saw something move in the shadow of the castle.
Straining to make out a shape, von Liebenfalz concentrated on a dark
patch of ground midway between the castle and the woods. A large cloud
scudded away from the moon, and he was certain that he saw something
move. The clouds covered the moon again for just a few seconds, and [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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