CHAPTER 18
Frank Kruger found the café on the street map, not more than five minutes walk from police headquarters.
The Hofgartenplatz was laid out like a park with trees and flowering bushes and large areas of mown grass. The bordering buildings had narrow facades typical of the area for shops and restaurants. Chez Rose was a bistro done out in the national colours of France with the Tricolour and the Bavarian national flag crossed over the entrance.
Inside, he discovered that the restaurant was roomier than expected. There was seating for some thirty people and standing room along the bar for others. At this early hour, the customers were in the main the evening aperitif crowd. He spotted her sitting in a booth at the back.
He joined her.
A waitress came up.
"Would you like a coffe
