Bachman stared nervously down the access road in the direction they had gone, as if afraid the government car would suddenly reappear. "It was the FBI. They were looking for you." "Of course they were looking for me," Skorzeny replied calmly, staring straight into Friedrich's eyes. His pupils were dilated. "They showed me your picture and asked if I'd seen you." "And you said?" "Nothing, of course." Skorzeny looked over at the four Piper Cubs located outside the hangar. "Did they check the planes?" "They went over them, but I pointed out there must be a hundred planes just like them in this part of the state." "Anything else?" Friedrich looked around nervously. "My cover is good. I've lived with it safely for twelve years. I was bom in this country. No one knows of my membership in the Bund." "Perhaps too safely," Gunther interjected calmly. "What?" "He thinks you're scared," Skorzeny explained, "and scared men are dangerous." Friedrich hesitated for a moment.
