Chapter EightDieter gripped the steering wheel of the delivery truck as it bucked and rattled over the bomb-scarred road on the way to the Domäne Dahlem Manor. Spring was on its way, and he needed to make agreements with the farmers who worked the plots of land allocated for agricultural use after the Great War. For the second time, worldwide conflict put a halt to development plans for the property.
Although the manor was located only fourteen kilometers south of the city, the journey had taken the better part of the morning. Stopped twice at checkpoints, then stuck behind a military convoy, Dieter would be lucky to arrive by lunchtime. His stomach rumbled, reminding him he should have eaten something before starting out.
When the lush forest of Grunewald surrounded him, he began to loo
