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“Major Fritz Zimholt,” Ted told her on the way over. “He’s a materials engineer, retired Air Force. He helped the Agency during the Cold War. He still consults sometimes.”
Major Zimholt’s office was far plusher than Ted’s. Thick beige carpeting, a large dark mahogany desk with a few file folders stacked neatly on top, framed black and white photographs on the walls of people and places Alice didn’t recognize. Two large windows looked out onto a neatly landscaped courtyard and to the airfield beyond.
Major Zimholt came around the side of his desk when they entered. Ted made the introductions.
“Miss Kern,” said Major Zimholt, looking down at her and smiling. His grip was warm and strong.
He reminded Alice a little of her grandfather on her father’s side. The German side. Alice had alw
