Chapter 22
Sabine climbed the stairs to the apartment and reached for her key, only to freeze when she saw the door was ajar.
She gave the door a slight kick with her foot and called out, “Hello? Is someone there?”
No answer. But moments later, the door was yanked fully open and a man in a dark suit pointed his gun at her chest. “Ursula Hermann?”
A gasp escaped her throat and for lack of words she shook her head.
He seemed not to care and motioned with the barrel of his gun for her to step inside. The apartment teemed with rowdy men making quite a mess – tearing drawers from the bureau and throwing the contents to the ground, ripping open seat and couch covers, tossing crockery to the floor.
Sabine swallowed hard. How am I going to explain this to Frau Klausen? Although Frau Klausen
