He’d not realised how similar they were in height and looks. They could almost be brothers.‘Were your people from Prussia, Loewe?’‘Bavaria. But I don’t know where either of my parents were originally from.’‘Hitler would want you for one of his posters.’‘Then that must be true for you, too, Colonel.’‘I’m a bit old for that.’ He took the risk. ‘And sadly, I’m not the type of model Nazi he might require.’‘Neither am I, sir,’ the man before him said carefully, and Kilian found himself being studied.Kilian nodded brusquely, aware that the conversation was heading into dangerous territory. ‘Thank you for coming at short notice, Loewe.’‘I’m at your service, Colonel. What can I do for you, sir?’‘It’s an unusual request,’ Kilian began. ‘Please, sit down.’ They were away from his desk in the corner of his room, where comfy chairs and a low table gave the impression of a relaxed place for casual conversation. Kilian liked Loewe’s pride; the man, though his inferior, did not cringe in his presence.
