"Guten Abend. Ich heisse Hermann Friedrich. Ist es das ersten mal das sie Deutschland besuchen?"
Dana turned to look at her seat partner. He was in his fifties, trim, with an eye patch and a full mustache.
"Good evening," Dana said.
"Ah, you are American?"
"Yes."
"Many Americans come to Düsseldorf. It is a beautiful city."
"So I've heard."And his family had died in a fire.
"This is your first visit?"
"Yes."Could it have been a coincidence?
"It is beautiful, beautiful. Düsseldorf is divided by the Rhine River, you know, into two parts. The older part is on the right bank - "
Steffan Mueller can tell me more about Dieter Zander.
" - and the modern part is on the left bank. Five bridges connect the two sides." Hermann Friedrich moved a little closer to Dana. "You are visiting friends, perhaps, in Düsseldorf?"
It's beginning to fit together.
Friedrich leaned a little closer. "If you are alone, I know a - "
"What? Oh. No, I'm meeting my husband there."
Hermann Friedrich's smile faded. "Gut. Er ist ein glücklicher Mann."
There was a line of taxis out in front of the Düsseldorf International Airport. Dana took one to the Breidenbacher Hof in the center of town. It was an elegant old hotel with an ornate lobby.
The clerk behind the desk said, "We were expecting you, Miss Evans. Welcome to Düsseldorf."
"Thank you." Dana signed the register.
The clerk picked up the telephone and spoke into it. "Der Raum sollte betriebsbereit sein. Hast." He replaced the receiver and turned to Dana. "I'm so sorry, Fraulein, your room is not quite ready. Please have a bite to eat as our guest, and I will call you as soon as the maid is through cleaning it."
Dana nodded. "Very well."
"Let me show you to the dining salon."
Upstairs in Dana's room, two electronics experts were putting a camera in a wall clock.
Thirty minutes later Dana was in her room, unpacking. Her first telephone call was to Kabel Network.
"I've arrived, Steffan," Dana said.
"Dana! I could not believe you were really coming. What are you doing for dinner?"
"I hope I'm having it with you."
"You are. We're going to Im Schiffchen. Eight o'clock?"
"Perfect."
Dana was dressed and going out the door when her cell phone rang. She hurriedly took it out of her purse.
"Hello?"
"Hello, darling. How are you?"
"I'm fine, Jeff."
"And where are you?"
"I'm in Germany. Düsseldorf. I think I'm finally onto something."
"Dana, be careful. God, I wish I were with you."
So do I, Dana thought. "How is Rachel?"
"The chemotherapy treatments are draining her. It's pretty rough."
"Is she going to be - ?" She could not finish the sentence.
"It's too early to tell. If the chemotherapy is effective, she has a good chance of going into remission."
"Jeff, please tell her how sorry I am."
"I will. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"Thanks, I'm fine."
"I'll call you tomorrow. I just wanted to tell you I love you, sweetheart."
"I love you, Jeff. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
Rachel came out of her bedroom. She had on a robe and slippers, and a Turkish towel was wrapped around her head.
"How is Dana?"
"She's fine, Rachel. She asked me to tell you how sorry she is."
"She's very much in love with you."
"I'm very much in love with her."
Rachel moved closer to him. "You and I were in love, weren't we, Jeff? What happened?"
He shrugged. "Life. Or I should say "lives." We led separate ones."
"I was too busy with my modeling career." She was trying to fight back tears. "Well, I won't be doing that again, will I?"
He put his arms on her shoulders. "Rachel, you're going to be fine. The chemotherapy is going to work."
"I know. Darling, thank you for being here with me. I couldn't have faced this alone. I don't know what I would do without you."
Jeff had no answer to that.
Im Schiffchen was an elegant restaurant in a fashionable part of Düsseldorf. Steffan Mueller walked in and grinned as he saw Dana.
"Dana! Mein Gott. I haven't seen you since Sarajevo."
"It seems forever, doesn't it?"
"What are you doing here? Did you come for the festival?"
"No. Someone asked me to look up a friend of his, Steffan." A waiter came up to the table and they ordered drinks.
"Who's the friend?"
"His name is Dieter Zander. Have you heard of him?"
Steffan Mueller nodded. "Everyone has heard of him. He's quite a character. He was in a big scandal. He's a billionaire, but he was stupid enough to swindle some stockholders and get caught. He should have gotten twenty years, but he pulled some strings and they let him out in three. He claims he's innocent."
Dana was studying him. "Is he?"
"Who knows? At the trial he said Taylor Winthrop framed him and stole millions of dollars. It was an interesting trial. According to Dieter Zander, Taylor Winthrop offered him a partnership in a zinc mine, supposed to be worth billions. Winthrop used Zander as a front man, and Zander sold millions of dollars' worth of stock. But it turned out the mine was salted."
"Salted?"
"There was no zinc. Winthrop kept the money and Zander took the fall."