Marisa"s hands gripped the wheel of the old truck determinedly, intent on narrowing the gap between her and Anselm Bernhard"s convoy. She had left Venice several days before and caught up with the colonel"s detachment in Rome, but she kept a careful distance until her plan was fully hatched.
On this day, she was only a few miles behind Bernhard as she plotted her revenge. Attacking the Nazi officer broadside would be pointless; his troops would defend him and she would be outnumbered. If she got close enough to poison him, she would, but she wasn"t familiar with the science behind such murder scenarios and she couldn"t risk failing at her one opportunity.
Marisa had seen Bernhard in the company of his men the day before on the road. She watched him from the approach to the villa near Rom
