It was the following day, just after nine a.m., when the water department employee arrived. Kramer and Marino were waiting in front of the building when the truck rounded the corner. They motioned the driver forward, making sure his truck was parked in front of the factory, hidden from the East German border guards perched in a watchtower at the far side of the cemetery.
“You reported a leak?” the man asked. He had on a gray pair of overalls, a name tag affixed to the right breast pocket.
“Albert?” Marino asked, looking at the tag.
“Yes.”
“I’m Tony and this is Josef.”
Albert nodded but looked at them strangely, as if wondering why introductions were more important than fixing the leak.
“The leak is on the other side of the building,” Marino said.
“Can I get my truck back there?” Alb
