CHAPTER 15
A weary Frank Kruger left his office around nine the same evening. It had been a demanding day, running from one meeting to the next, dealing with ten different cases at one time. Once at home, he made himself a sandwich and watched the evening news. A bottle of beer and a stiff cognac later he dropped deadbeat into bed, wondering at times like these why he had ever joined the police force.
He knew, though, that, by the next morning, he would be up and ready as ever to face the new day. All the more so as he planned to drive up to Frankfurt to keep an appointment with the mysterious Max Vogel the coming morning.
Arranging the meeting hadn't been easy. Vogel travelled extensively and, according to his secretary, had a calendar full of appointments. But Kruger was not known for
