He woke Adelle and offered to take her someplace safe, though he was unsure where he’d take her if she accepted. Instead, she opted to stay, so he left her with the same instructions: Keep the Walther pistol close, don’t answer the door, and stay away from the windows. His stomach still felt bruised, but that didn’t stop him from downing a large breakfast at the officers’ mess. He then used one of the mess hall phones to call Laura to arrange a meeting for later that afternoon. From his billet to the officers’ mess, then to headquarters, he had kept a constant lookout for gun barrels sticking out of car windows or figures lurking in shadows, but he made it to the Rathaus auxiliary building without ducking for cover. Not that he felt totally immune from an ambush even at the MP headquarters. . . . Finding Densmore waiting for him in his office, staring at the chalkboard and corkboard, made him all the more uneasy. Without turning around, Densmore said, “Lots of names and lines on here, but are you any closer to figuring it all out?”
