The Amber Room (Stand Alone 1) by Berry Steve

Author:Berry, Steve [Berry, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Divorced People, Art Treasures in War, Women Judges, Amber Art Objects, 1939-1945, Legal, Fiction, Americans - Germany, General, Suspense, Americans, War & Military, Thrillers, Suspense Fiction, World War, 1939-1945 - Art and the War, Espionage
ISBN: 9780345504388
Publisher: Ballantine Books
Published: 2003-01-02T05:00:00+00:00

was merely lonely or scared. It bothered him what she'd said in Warthberg, defending Knoll even though the bastard had left her to die. He didn't like being second choice. “Paul, there's something you need to know.”

Grumer was ahead, still moving fast. He didn't break stride. “What?”

“Right before the explosion in the mine, I turned around and Knoll had a knife.” He stopped and stared at her.

“He had a knife in his hand. Then the shaft's ceiling gave way.”

“And you're just now telling me this?”

“I know. I should have. But I was afraid you wouldn't stay or that you'd tell Pannik

and he'd interfere.”

“Rachel, are you nuts? This shit is serious. And you're right, I wouldn't have stayed, nor would I have let you. And don't tell me that you can do what the hell you want.” His attention shot to the right. Grumer disappeared around a corner. “Damn. Come on.”

He started to trot, his jacket flapping. Rachel kept pace. The street began to incline. He reached the corner where Grumer had just been and stopped. A

closedkonditoreistood to the left with an awning that skirted the corner. He cautiously glanced around. Grumer was still walking fast, seemingly unconcerned if anybody was behind him. TheDoktorbisected a small square centered by a fountain bowered in geraniums. Everything–the streets, shops, and plants–reflected the maniacal cleanliness of German civic pride.

“We need to stay back,” Paul said. “But it's darker here, and that'll help.”

“Where are we going?”

“It looks like we're headed up toward the abbey.” He glanced at his watch–10:25P.M. Ahead, Grumer suddenly disappeared left into a row of black hedges. They

scampered up and saw a concrete walk dissolve into the blackness. A posted sign announced, ABBEY OF THE SEVEN SORROWS OF THE VIRGIN. The arrow pointed forward.

“You're right. He is going to the abbey,” Rachel said.

They started up the four-person-wide stone path. It wound a steep course through the night to the rock-strewn bluff. Halfway, they passed a couple strolling arm in arm. They reached a sharp turn. Paul stopped. Grumer was ahead, still climbing fast.

“Come here,” he said to Rachel, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, cradling her close. “If he looks back, all he'll see are two lovers walking. He'll never see our faces at this distance.”

They walked slowly.

“You're not going to get away this easy,” Rachel said.

“What do you mean?”

“In the room. You know where we were headed.”

“I don't plan to get away.”

“You just needed time to think, and this little jog gives you that.”

He didn't argue. She was right. He did need to think, but not now. Grumer was his

main concern at the moment. The climb was winding him, his calves and thighs tightening. He thought he was in shape, but his three-mile runs in Atlanta were usually on flat earth, nothing like this murderous incline.

The path crested ahead and Grumer disappeared over the top.

The abbey was no longer a distant edifice. Here the facade spanned two football fields, rising sharply from the cliff shoulder, the walls elevated by a vaulted stone foundation.

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