Tony Marino waited patiently in a booth toward the back of Olga’s Café. It seemed a good location, quiet, most of the patrons sitting outside. He arrived early, didn’t attract any attention, and ordered a glass of wine. He opened a folder and started to go through some notes – both for his book on the history of Germany and a timeline he kept on current events in Berlin for the documentary Ned Simpson wanted him to write.
Kirstin arrived a few minutes later. “Hello,” she whispered as she sat across from him and gently squeezed his hand.
He smiled. “How are you?”
“A little nervous.”
“You need to be very careful,” he said. “Especially with the others coming.”
“I told you there could be more than four.”
“How many?”
“There are six besides me.”
“Do you know them?”
“I know two fairly we
