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It was now just after six, pitch black outside and dim in the room where Mitch waited. He had been there an hour, but given Julian Schmid and Benjamin Hoefer’s luggage was still there, he knew they would have to return at some point in time. He sat on the floor, keenly listening and watching the hallway for a shadow from the opening of the front door. John had texted twice and Mitch confirmed he was still on watch. And then the door opened. He heard mutterings in German. Mitch rose, and pressed himself against the bedroom door of the room he believed was Benjamin Hoefer’s.
In a matter of minutes, Benjamin entered the bedroom and took off his coat, which he threw over a chair.
Mitch could hear Julian Schmid talking. Was there someone there?
Mitch psyched himself and moved from the ro
