Chapter 13
The next day at work Sabine returned from her lunch break to see Frau Klausen’s station empty. Since Kriminalkommissar Becker’s brilliant plan to have her move in with the suspect, the older woman had closed up and stopped talking to Sabine altogether. After getting up this morning it had been like walking on eggshells, the fragile tension inside the apartment about to explode at any moment.
Why, she had no idea. Maybe Frau Klausen really was a devious traitor and had somehow gotten a whiff of Sabine’s new job as a Gestapo informer.
Caught between a potentially dangerous organization of subversives and the Gestapo holding her husband hostage, Sabine wanted to scream. Obviously she couldn’t do so at work, even when the notion of having a nervous breakdown followed by amnesia d
