Chapter One Thousand Four Hundred Eighty-Five
10th April 1962
Mitte, Berlin
Staring at her drink, Zella was reminded of just how naïve she had been. It was her usual, soda water with a twist of lime. Or at least the half-melted ice floating at the bottom of a mostly empty glass that had contained that drink. No matter what drink was ordered for her, this was what the bartender made. It was because of stupid tricks like this one that she had thought that she was so smart. Doctor Berg told her the truth, she had been taken advantage of and she wasn’t the only woman that he had done it to. When Zella had asked what would possess a man to engage in that sort of sabotage, Berg had said that other than being a manipulative, abusive prick she didn’t have the faintest idea. It was enough to make her want to throw the glass against the nearest wall.
“Whatever you are thinking of doing, don’t” John said from behind the bar, “I don’t want to clean up the mess.”
“Did you ever want to see someone dead?” Zella asked, “I don’t mean run over by a car dead. I mean the torn apart by rabid dogs, that sort of dead.”
“I plead the Fifth” John replied.
“The what?” Zella asked.
“The Fifth Amendment to the U.S. Constitution” John replied, “It says you cannot be forced to incriminate yourself.”
“Oh” Zella said, turning back to her drink. Another silly joke and one that she should have gotten. “You know about this sort of thing?”
John just smiled and there something about the look in his eyes that was unsettling. It occurred to Zella that despite having known John Elis for years, she didn’t know very much about him. At least not what he had done before he had opened the V8 Club in Mitte.
“I was a bit wild when I was a young man” John said, “The U.S. Navy couldn’t straighten me out, so I spent some time in a different sort of State Institution. So yes, I understand what being that angry with someone is like.”
“Excuse me?” Zella asked, somewhat surprised by the implications. “How would you even be allowed to travel? I would have thought that Berlin…”
“I cut a deal with your Government for services only I could provide” John said, “And your Old Man was one of the ones enforcing the terms before he retired.”
“I had no idea” Zella said at a loss, “I’m sorry, I can leave…”
“Don’t bother” John said as he refilled Zella’s glass, “I like you even if your father is a son of a bitch. At least he isn’t Johann Schultz, he was a man who deserved to be ripped apart.”
Zella remembered Schultz, later she had learned that he was a high-ranking Officer in the BND. A rarity like an American in Berlin these days would inevitably have had an encounter. There were other things about the club that Zella had long thought were merely eccentricities of the owner. Most notable was the top of a crate labeled Imperial Shipping AG, Berlin-Kiel-Wilhelmshaven nailed to the wall between the door to the office and the door to the Gents. Zella had never been able learn the explanation…
“A bit of free advice that is worth exactly what you paid for it” John said as he put a fresh drink in front of Zella, “Before you go find a pack of rabid dogs, go tell the Skel’s wife. It will have the same affect.”
“I didn’t tell you what happened” Zella replied.
“There are only a few things that can make a girl like you that angry” John said, “All of them tend to be caused by the same thing.”
Zella hid her annoyance at once again being predictable. John’s advice was good though, she might just need to look into doing it.
Geneva, Switzerland
After the latest missive from Washington, Adlai Stevenson was starting to wonder what they were smoking. This entire thing with China had hubris written all over it. Word that several Americans had been killed over the previous days in the Korean conflict had reached official Washington and they were demanding answers.
While the roots of the conflict were laid twenty years earlier in how the European Powers had pursued the Pacific War, the Chinese wouldn’t be nearly as bold without the systems and equipment that Washington had been licensing to them. Generalissimo Chiang Kai-Shek wouldn’t be attempting to get revenge for what he dubbed a Century of Humiliation. The only thing they saw in Washington was dollar signs. It didn’t matter who won or lost in China because the longer the war went on the more equipment would be needed.
It was Stevenson’s job as Ambassador to the League of Nations to somehow providing a rational justification of the policy. It wasn’t easy.
“The Germans and their Korean friends are pressing a slanted version of events” Stevenson heard one of his Aides say, “Historically, the United States has not supported aggressive war.”
The ignorance of that comment was profound. If anyone from south of the Rio Grande heard that then they would laugh their heads off. The Banana Wars proved that profoundly wrong. That might also set off the Chinese who had conveniently forgotten American involvement in China over the previous century for as long as it suited them.