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Working in the Wehrmachts War Crime Bureau of 1943 at the behest of an old friend, sardonic Berlin cop Bernie Gunther struggles to find proof of Russian responsibility for a mass shooting of Polish army officers in the hopes of destabilizing the Western Alliance.

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First published in Great Britain in 2013 by

Quercus
55 Baker Street
7th Floor, South Block
London W1U 8EW

Copyright 2013 Philip Kerr

The moral right of Philip Kerr to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act, 1988.

All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopy, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher.

A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library

HB ISBN 978 1 78087 624 5
TPB ISBN 978 1 78087 625 2
EBOOK ISBN 978 1 78087 626 9

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places and events are either the product of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

You can find this and many other great books at:
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Also by Philip Kerr

March Violets

The Pale Criminal

A German Requiem

A Philosophical Investigation

Dead Meat

The Grid

Esau

A Five-Year Plan

The Second Angel

The Shot

Dark Matter: The Private Life of Sir Isaac Newton

Hitlers Peace

The One from the Other

A Quiet Flame

If the Dead Rise Not

Field Grey

Prague Fatale

For Children

Children of the Lamp:

The Akhenaten Adventure

The Blue Djinn of Babylon

The Cobra King of Kathmandu

The Day of the Djinn Warriors

The Eye of the Forest

One Small Step

This novel is a small token of thanks to Tony Lacey for getting me started, and to Marian Wood for keeping me going.

A nation without a religion that is like a man without breath.

Josef Goebbels, from his only published novel, Michael

A nation without a religion that is like a man without breath.

Josef Goebbels, from his only published novel, Michael

PART ONE
PART ONE
CHAPTER 1

Monday, March 1st 1943

Franz Meyer stood up at the head of the table, glanced down, touched the cloth and awaited our silence. With his fair hair, blue eyes and neoclassical features that looked as if theyd been carved by Arno Breker, Hitlers official state sculptor, he was no ones idea of a Jew. Half of the SS and SD were more obviously Semitic. Meyer took a deep, almost euphoric breath, gave a broad grin that was part relief and part joie-de-vivre, and raised his glass to each of the four women seated around the table. None were Jewish and yet, by the racial stereotypes beloved of the propaganda ministry, they might have been; all were Germans with strong noses, dark eyes and even darker hair. For a moment Meyer seemed choked with emotion, and when at last he was able to speak, there were tears in his eyes.

Id like to thank my wife and her sisters for your efforts on my behalf, he said. To do what you did took great courage, and I cant tell you what it meant to those of us who were imprisoned in the Jewish Welfare Office to know that there were so many people on the outside who cared enough to come and demonstrate on our behalf.

I still cant believe they havent arrested us, said Meyers wife, Siv.

Theyre so used to people obeying orders, said his sister-in-law, Klara, that they dont know what to do.

Well go back to Rosenstrasse tomorrow, insisted Siv. We wont stop until everyone in there is released. All two thousand of them. Weve shown what we can do when public opinion is mobilized. We have to keep the pressure up.

Yes, said Meyer. And we will. We will. But right now Id like to propose a toast. To our new friend Bernie Gunther. But for him and his colleagues at the War Crimes Bureau, Id probably still be imprisoned in the Jewish Welfare Office. And who knows where after that? He smiled. To Bernie.

There were six of us in the cosy little dining room in the Meyers apartment in Ltzowerstrasse. As four of them stood up and toasted me silently, I shook my head. I wasnt sure I deserved Franz Meyers thanks, and besides, the wine we were drinking was a decent German red a Sptburgunder from long before the war that he and his wife would have done better to have traded for some food instead of wasting it on me. Any wine let alone a good German red was almost impossible to come by in Berlin.

Politely I waited for them to drink my health before standing up to contradict my host. Im not sure I can claim to have had much influence on the SS, I explained. I spoke to a couple of cops I know who were policing your demonstration and they told me theres a strong rumour doing the rounds that most of the prisoners arrested on Saturday as part of the factory action will probably be released in a few days.

Thats incredible, said Klara. But what does it mean, Bernie? Do you think the authorities are actually going soft on deportations?

Before I could offer my opinion the air-raid warning siren sounded. We all looked at each other in surprise; it had been almost two years since the last air raid by the Royal Air Force.

We should go to the shelter, I said. Or the basement, perhaps.

Meyer nodded. Yes, youre right, he said, firmly. You should all go. Just in case its for real.

I fetched my coat and hat off the stand and turned back to Meyer.

But youre coming too, arent you? I said.

Jews arent permitted in the shelters. Perhaps you didnt notice it before. Well, theres no reason why you should have. I dont think theres been an air raid since we started to wear the yellow star.

I shook my head. No, I didnt. I shrugged. So, where are Jews supposed to go?

To hell, of course. At least, thats what they hope. This time Meyers grin was sardonic. Besides, people know this is a Jewish apartment, and since the law requires that homes be left with their doors and windows open, to minimize the effect of a pressure wave from a bomb blast, thats also an invitation to some local thief to come and steal from us. He shook his head. So I shall stay here.

I glanced out of the window. In the street below, hundreds of people were already being herded toward the local shelter by uniformed police. There wasnt much time to lose.

Franz, said Siv, were not going there without you. Just leave your coat. If they cant see your star theyll have to assume youre German. You can carry me in and say I fainted, and if I show my pass and say Im your wife then no one will be any the wiser.

Shes right, I said.

And if Im arrested, what then? Ive only just been released. Meyer shook his head and laughed. Besides, its probably a false alarm. Hasnt Fat Hermann promised us that this is the best-defended city in Europe?

The siren continued to wail outside like some dreadful mechanical clarion announcing the end of a night shift in the smoking factories of hell.

Siv Meyer sat down at the table and clasped her hands tight. If youre not going, then Im not going.

Neither am I, Klara said, sitting down beside her.

Theres no time to argue about this, said Meyer. You should go. All of you.

Hes right, I said, more urgently now as already we could hear the drone of the bombers in the distance; it was obvious this was no false alarm. I opened the door and waved the four women toward me. Come on, I said.

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