Karl Hofer studied the man sitting across from him and evaluated his commitment. Hofer had dozens of informants, some better than others, a few superb. But they all had motives. Usually it was money, or better living conditions that a favored member of the Party enjoyed, or power – the ability to control others. And then occasionally there was the informant who betrayed family, friends and neighbors for the cause, because he truly believed socialism was the supreme form of government and any that deviated from it deserved to be identified and punished. Such a man sat before him.
“The subject doesn’t have many friends,” the informant was saying. “His select group of acquaintances are primarily family, a few of his patients. But he seems to be a private man.”
Hofer glanced at the dossier o
