Thirty minutes later the vehicle stopped in front of the abhorred building in Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse. Sabine did her best to remain calm and hopeful, but the violent tremble in her limbs betrayed her. Hadn’t she just given Lily all the information? Shouldn’t Becker be pleased instead of sending men to raid her apartment?
The Gestapo brutes manhandled her into an interrogation room similar to the one she’d been in the last time. The bare light bulb hanging down from the ceiling flickered in rhythmic intervals, giving her a headache.
Shoved into the room, she dropped onto the chair and barely managed to catch hold of the edge of the table to stabilize herself and keep from falling. “I’m not Ursula Hermann. My name is Sabine Mahler. This is a huge misunderstanding.”
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