Chapter Four
When he landed at Schonefeld, Peter was collected by Franz, Vogel's bodyguard and factotum.
“Are we going to Normanstrasse?” asked Peter when they were in the anonymous saloon Mercedes.
Franz looked over at him in the rear view mirror and shook his head. “No. Your father wants to see you. He is waiting for you at the Lodge. It is important.”
Peter had completed the home run; Vienna to Paris, a day's stopover to change his identity and travel papers, before flying Paris to Schonefeld. He had changed clothes and washed the dark hair dye out and now he was back to his usual blond and bespectacled look. It would be more than an hour's drive before they arrived at the Lodge in Wandlitz, so Peter sat back in the back seat of the Volvo and worked through in his mind what he was g
