Lotte cracked open her eyes and saw blue skies. Am I dead already? A familiar voice reached her ear. So, he’s dead too? That doesn’t make sense.
Am I dead alreadySo, he’s dead too? That doesn’t make sense.“Leutnant.” Her vicious interrogator, Kriminalassistent Heller, saluted someone with the utmost respect and a clicking of heels. Fear constricted her heart in a vice grip. “We were just about to execute the traitor; you want to watch?”
About to? You already executed me. Lotte craned her head, dizziness attacking her.
About to? You already executed me.“This woman is innocent. We found the real spy,” another familiar voice said. One she hadn’t heard in a long time. Is he dead too? I hope not. And why are they talking about me?
. Is he dead too? I hope not. And why are they talking abo
