Chapter Thirteen
Linz, Austria – 1989
“At last my arm was complete,” said Jack Grant. “I held that weapon in my hand and knew that it was where it was meant to be.”
They were sitting at the dining table now, the floor and the sofas long forgotten memories; this now was a different arena. Jack Grant felt that he was getting somewhere and Peter Vogel felt that he was now, finally, exploring new ground; his eyes had been opened to a new reality.
“Did Mike Stern ever ask for it back?” asked Peter, sipping at the glass of water in front of him.
For a moment Jack Grant was silent, and then he shook it off and answered. “No. A few weeks later, we got word that Mike had died in a helicopter crash. He had been training Special Forces guys in the jungle. No drama, nobody's fault. It was just on
