thinking about Sarah. That was probably when theyâd met. And if all had gone according to Whalpolâs scheme, it had probably been love at first sight.
He checked his watch, then sealed the diary in the envelope. Before he returned it to the Iraqis he would need a translation. There was no telling if the woman would bring help when she came, but he didnât want to take any chances. Leila Kahled was the Mukhabarat chief here in Germany. The Iraqi Secret Service had a very tough reputation. He wouldnât put it past her or her people to barge in and snatch the diary. He stuck a couple of stamps on the envelope and deposited it downstairs in the mail slot.
Back in his apartment, Roemer telephoned his office and spoke with Rudi Gehrman, operations chief for the district.
Unlike the Bonn Kriminalpolizei, the federal criminal office was more a clearinghouse than a nuts-and-bolts investigative agency. The BKA depended on reports from other police forces, much like Interpol. Individual federal investigators, such as Roemer, were called in only for cases that crossed county lines or involved national issues. Gehrman was the coordinating genius behind all those efforts.
âSomeone from the KP called this afternoon and raised hell about you, Walther,â Gehrman said. âCame out of the blue.â
âManning?â
âRight. Would you mind telling me what the hell is going on? The first I hear of this is you getting shot up. Are you all right?â
âIâll live. Whatâd Manning have to say?â
âHe wants us to handle this caseâofficially. I naturally told him I didnât know what the hell he was talking about.â
âItâs a long story, Rudi. You can call Schaller on it. This is his baby.â
âHe was here. And by the way, the colonel wants to see you in the morning. And you had another call, from a woman. Iraqi Federal Police. Sheâs involved at the embassy.â
âI talked to her.â
Gehrman was a short, thin man who wore steel-rimmed glasses. He was married and had six children who adored him. No other operations man in Germany could compare with him. But he got miffed when he was left in the dark.
âGive me a clue, will you? I donât know how to log this. Do we start a file? A case number? What about your time?â
âIâve been detached. Youâll get something on it.â
âDetached,â Gehrman said. âIt has a wonderful ring. Will you be gracing us with your presence soon?â
âFirst thing in the morning. But listen, I want you to do something for me. But quietly.â
âThis doesnât sound good.â
âI want you to pull the national security file on Ludwig Whalpol. Heâs a major in the BND.â
âWhat are you talking about?â
âI want to know who he works for, and I want his background. Whatever you can dig up.â
âYouâre playing with fire here, Walther. They donât take kindly to those kinds of inquiries down in Pullach. Theyâll want to know why.â
âI donât want them to find out.â
Gehrman hesitated. âWhat have you gotten yourself involved with? Iâll have to clear this with Legler.â
âNo,â Roemer said sharply. Colonel Hans Legler was the Chief District Investigator. Roemerâs boss. âI donât want a fuss, Rudi. But if you canât do it â¦â
âYouâll owe me a very large explanation.â
âYouâll get it.â
âIâll see what I can do. But youâd better start thinking about how youâre going to cover your ass if the right
people start asking the wrong questions.â
âIâll see you in the morning, maybe sooner.â Looking out the window, Roemer saw Leila Kahled getting out of her Mercedes in front. âOh, one other thing. There may be a large, brown envelope coming for me tomorrow. If you havenât heard from
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