Major Ziegler sat in the back of the staff car, watching Bayer talk to a group of men at Godefriduskaai 99, Pier #3. A fishing trawler, its paint faded and chipped, was docked on one side of the wharf, a tugboat on the other. After a ten-minute discussion, the men went back to their boats and Bayer returned.
“I have more information,” he said as he climbed in the car. “Both boats were in Antwerp the evening we took the port.”
“Did they have any passengers?” Ziegler asked.
“No, neither was at this location,” Bayer replied. “The tugboat was docked at the next pier, the fishing trawler on the other side of the river.”
“Did those in the tugboat see anything unusual?”
“Yes, they did. A woman approached near midnight and asked if the port was closed.”
Ziegler leaned forward. “Was it the bl
