Chapter 25
Sabine’s knees shook with terror when she stepped through the doors of Prinz-Albrecht-Strasse 8. The last two times she’d been here, she’d been in the company of Gestapo agents who’d shoved her forward.
Now, the vastness of the huge entrance hall tugged at her fear, beckoning a new wave forward. An eerie chill crept up her spine, urging her to turn on her heels and run away. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. When she opened them again, she noticed a uniformed woman manning a reception desk.
“Good evening, I’d like to speak with Kriminalkommissar Becker, please,” Sabine said, hoping her voice didn’t betray her nerves.
“On what business?” the woman asked, giving her a once-over.
“He’s waiting on information about some subversives. Tell him Sabine Mahler
