Lotte saw everything through a red haze, but experience had told her that exploding like a barrel of dynamite never amounted to anything good. She deliberately inhaled deeply and pushed the rage from her mind. She released some of the volatile emotions rolling through her body by flexing and straightening her hands several times. By the time the big, awe-inspiring man entered the room, she was as calm as she possibly could muster.
“I hear there’s a problem?” Major Chambers asked.
“Sir, yes. My friend, Rachel Epstein, just returned from the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp and finds that this man, Herr Keller, has appropriated the farm of her parents.”
“I see,” Chambers said. “We do have a process to make these claims and investigate them… although,” he gave a short side-glance at Herr K
