Chapter 26
Two American soldiers faced Richard across the table in the small interrogation room. They’d been asking him the same questions for hours on end, alternating between threats and friendly persuasion as they played the age-old game of good cop and bad cop.
He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, but they seemed to be looking for something in particular. At least he thought it quite unusual for them to spend such an exorbitant amount of time interrogating a simple suspected Wehrmacht soldier. They could simply have handed him over to the Russians, or let him pass. Why were they making such a fuss?
His body and mind were getting tired and he could barely concentrate on their never-ceasing questions. It had become oppressively hot in the barracks as the sun burnt down on the concr
