The Last Nazi by Stan Pottinger

Author:Stan Pottinger [Stan Pottinger]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Published: 2011-04-07T21:00:00+00:00

Harris said, "What have you got in mind?"

"I need documents to hook him," she said, writing. "I'd like copies of the stuff you got on Adalwolf from the Bureau and MI-5." She continued writing. "I need your interview with Mother Marie-Catherine and the photographs you took of her at the convent."

Harris got up and looked over her shoulder.

She said, "I also need some documents you don't have." She tore off one page and handed it to him and kept writing. "Everything from the Berlin Document Center showing what the SS compiled on Henry Hallam Brandon." BDC had an office with duplicate microfiche in College Park, Maryland, not far from FBI headquarters in Washington.

He read the list of what she wanted. "I'm not sure I understand this one.

She said, "I'll explain it in a sec." Still writing. "Here's the tough part. I need them by tomorrow."

"Not easy," Harris said.

"If you'll e-mail a request to MI-5 and MI-6 and telephone the Bureau," she said, "I'll ask Barry to cover the rest from the files in my office and anything he finds at the BDC."

She finished writing, tore off the next two pages, and handed them to him.

"I'll give it my best shot," he said.

She squeezed his arm.

"Time to send our reply," Rufus Pickel said. "I think you should tell him you agree to his terms but that Harris doesn't. If he has a television set, he's going to see the publicity on this anyway."

"That's fine with me, as long as the three of us understand each other and work as a team," Melissa said. The two of them nodded and she opened her laptop.

The lights were bright in the media room at the Miami office of the FBI. Sherrie and Harris Johnson stood in front of the TV cameras and a small bundle of microphones, finishing their televised statement.

"You're accused of terrible crimes," Sherrie said, speaking to Adalwolf with a strained face, "but no man's heart is without mercy. I beg you not to harm our daughter."

The lights dimmed. Sherrie turned to Harris and put her head on his shoulder. The field producer of WMIA-TV told the crew they could get it on the eleven o'clock if they cut and ran.

Sherrie pulled away from Harris and put a tissue to her eyes. He said he'd be back in a few minutes; right now he had to pay a visit to the crime lab downstairs.

When Harris arrived at the FBI lab, everyone was gone but the man he wanted to see, a technician named Jake Winzerman, otherwise known as Jake the Wizard. They had become friends in Washington years earlier, but now that Jake was living in Miami, his primary job was to create fake documents the Bureau used in bank-fraud stings. Harris leaned over his shoulder and watched him examine a document from Melissa's file using intense light and a pair of magnifying glasses with loupes.

"Don't stand so close, you're bugging me," Jake said.

Harris backed off. After a few minutes, the man lifted his head, placed the loupes on his forehead, and turned off the halogen lamp.

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