Schmidt was not having a good day. He and his partner, Johannes, had been on this case for a week. The previous team the Bruderschaft had sent were still missing, at this point presumed dead or captured. And Schmidt and Johannes were still no closer to locating their quarry than they had been when they'd begun.

He jumped when the telephone rang. He'd been anticipating a call, but the shrill ring always startled him. Straightening his waistcoat, he smiled as he lifted the receiver to his ear. "Schmidt residence."

"Mr. Schmidt, I have a call from a Mr. Johannes."

He breathed a sigh of relief that the call was from his partner rather than their supervisors, who would inevitably have questions about their progress but little to offer. "Ah, yes. Please put h...

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