CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
From Blomberg & Goldman’s we drove fifteen blocks south through light traffic and a blistering cold wind coming off the river to a small savings and loan institution called Zion National. The name and address for this savings and loan we’d found neatly written in Old Man Polanski’s cover of one of the savings books.
“Notice it’s another family-owned institution owned by a Jewish family?”
As we walked into the small but ultra-modern office I nodded and grinned. Gunter Haus, an ex-officer in one of the more famous Waffen SS army units from World War Two, a die-hard, true Nazi, came to the States with suitcases stuffed with money and deliberately deposited his stash into three privately-owned Jewish banking institutions.
It didn’t make sense. Unless …
Neither Frank no
