“Anna,” he said, her expertise forgotten until the suggestion, to which the woman replied, “I’m sorry?”
“A friend of mine. She might help.”
Of course, Anna, he thought after he rung off. With her fluency in languages, including German, he felt certain, and knowledge of the Occupation, the obvious choice all along. This time he punched in numbers quicker, eager to see her again.
CHAPTER 20THE DARK YEARS
An hour later she arrived, breathless from hurrying. She stood silently beside him in the doorway, gazing at the boxes in a mysterious fascination, he sensed. From what he had explained on the phone, she appeared to perceive something beyond the material, something beyond his understanding and experience.
“My God,” she finally whispered. “Who would have believed?” Her voice was low and
