Chapter 17
The truck stopped, and the SS officers hauled her into a building she didn’t recognize. Inside, they shoved her into an interrogation room.
“Let the Gestapo have their fun with her,” one of them said as he handcuffed her to the chair.
Gestapo? All the blood drained from her face, and she would have fallen off the chair if it weren’t for the cuffs. Moments later, the door opened, and two Gestapo officers entered. One of them was in his forties, while the other one wasn’t much older than twenty.
“Heil Hitler.” Heels clicked, and arms shot into the air.
“Thanks, we’ll take over,” the older Gestapo officer said and then nudged his colleague forward, mumbling something along the lines that he had more important cases to solve.
The younger officer took a chair, placed it in fron
