Karl Hofer walked down the pavement to the church steps, where he met an officer and two soldiers coming around the building. “How many?” he asked.
“We can’t say for sure, sir,” the officer replied. “Six, maybe more.”
“And none were apprehended?”
“No, sir.”
“Any witnesses?”
“Yes, a man and woman who claim to live nearby. We found them on the street, watching the proceedings.”
“Where are they?”
“In the back of the troop truck.”
“Not anymore,” Hofer said, his irritation evident. “I released them.”
“Why would you release them?” the officer asked.
“Because someone I trust told me they were good Socialists who had no information,” Hofer replied gruffly. “Now show me where they cut the wire.”
“This way, sir,” the officer said. He led him between the church and clothing company, and th
