Ziegler and Bayer left the farmer and his daughter standing on their porch and went back to their car. The farmer eyed them curiously as they quickly departed, providing no explanation. He seemed to realize he had said something he shouldn’t have.
“Let’s see if the blonde is still with the doctor,” Ziegler said as they got in the car. “I would guess she is not.”
Bayer drove down the lane that led to the farmhouse and turned onto the dirt road that ran into France. Three or four minutes later, they reached Lucien Bouchard’s farm. Bayer entered the dirt drive, guiding the staff car to the cottage.
“The truck is gone,” Ziegler said as they came to a halt. “Let’s see if anyone is here.”
They got out of the car, scanned the property, and went to the entrance. Bayer knocked on the door while
