The German Connection (True Fiction Series Book 1) by Ben Goetz

Author:Ben Goetz [Goetz, Ben]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Nine Bob Note Publishing
Published: 2013-05-22T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 20. Meeting An Old Friend

Someone behind me pulled the blindfold off, and I found myself staring straight into a light that was hanging from a low ceiling, my eyes adjusted and there right in front of me on the other side of the light was Martin Bormann. My first thought was that if I had a knife on me I could ram it in the bastards heart right here and now, but I didn't have one, and the security had given me another thorough search before we left the restaurant anyway.

His bellowing laugh seemed to shake the room. “Are you OK Klaus?” He asked.

“Yes, sir.” I replied.

“Sorry for all the secrecy, but it has to be this way. How are you my boy? It has been so long. Wilhelm and Thomas have told me that you remembered the time we met at the castle in Bavaria several years ago. Do you recall that I told you then you could ask me for help any time you needed it? Well the offer still stands. But first let me ask you, do you remember the other time that we met?

Fuck! Klaus didn't tell me about any other meetings with Bormann, I could be in trouble. I did the only thing I could, I stuck to my story and what I knew.

“I only ever met you once uncle Martin, at the castle, we never met again after that.”

“Very good, just a little test for you, I can't be too careful these days, come and have a drink with me.”

I had nearly had a heart attack, but my guess was right, slippery old bastard.

The room looked like the basement of a house, probably his farmhouse, the ceiling was low, the walls looked like they were made of steel, like some sort of safe room or bunker. Bormann lead the way over to a low wooden table flanked by two well worn brown leather couches, one on either side. He used a walking stick, and I could see that he was limping quite badly.

He sat at the far end of the couch on the left, he gestured me to sit on the opposite one facing him directly across the table. He leaned his walking stick against the arm, I noticed that it had an eagle on the top of it, just as Steven Levin the Journalist had said. Wilhelm and Thomas sat one on either side.

Wilhelm poured four large glasses of what I learned was single malt Scotch, from a decanter in the middle of the table, and handed us one each.

Bormann raised his glass and made a toast. “To renewing old friendships.”

All four of us clinked glasses and repeated it back to him.

“So, Klaus, what are you doing in Argentina? It's very far from home.”

“I have to be honest, after my father died, I was a bit lost for a while. I had heard his stories about his great comrades during the war, and what he did after the war.

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