She accepted, but offered no name.
Richter shone a torch in her face, the girl blinking putting a hand up.
“Worry not. This is not an interrogation. Your face is familiar.”
“Yours isn’t.”
“It will come to me. Perhaps your first name, yes?”
“Krista.” She didn’t think about lying. In the past that had just ended with her backside beaten.
“Ah Sommers. Yes I knew I knew you. You were stationed at Stuttgart yes?”
“Of all the piss poor luck,” she moaned. “I have to get a lift from an SS officer who remembers me from God knows when. You don’t whip a girl for blasphemy do you?”
“I remember you because you are so damn attractive Krista. That is the only reason.”
“You think so?”
“I said so, didn’t I?”
Krista fell silent watching the night flash by.
“Why are you wandering around in a war
