Chapter 17
Gerda Heinrich
“THANKS FOR LETTING me stay here last night and getting me these new clothes, but I’m a little worried—can’t lose my nickname. My neck ain’t so small when the shirt fits, so I might go with a new name, something German, like Hot Dog. I’ll ask Tommy what he thinks, cuz he knows everything, but he say he don’t know nothing.”
“I enjoyed doing those things for you. I live alone in this apartment.”
“Why are you all by yourself, Mrs. Heinrich? Who’s the little boy in the picture on the table? Who’s the man?”
She reached for the family portrait, held it close to her breast, and said, “Klaus Senior and Junior, who died last year—I miss them so much.” Gerda slumped in her chair and used her handkerchief to wipe the tears from her face.
Eddie scanned the apartment and
