“No, they live around the corner,” Steiner Beck was saying as Kirstin approached. “They’re not trying to escape. How could they, they’re in their pajamas.”
Karl Hofer looked at the elderly couple standing in the back of the troop truck. They were trembling, their eyes wide, bound in handcuffs. “Release them,” he said to the two men guarding them.
The guard unlocked the handcuffs and the pair stood anxiously, hoping they wouldn’t be arrested for wandering where they shouldn’t have gone.
“You’re free to go,” Hofer called from across the street.
The two looked at each other, amazed at their good fortune, and hurried away. “Thank you, sir,” the man called.
“Idiots!” Hofer said to the guards. “Who tries to escape in their pajamas!”
“Steiner, there you are,” Kirstin said as she appeared fr
