Chapter One Thousand Sixteen
28th May 1953
Wolfsburg
When Nancy got home the night before she had found that several envelopes and a drawing had been slid under her bedroom door. The Envelops were mostly birthday cards from the Sisterhood, all bright colors and promises that they would all get together when they had the chance. They had been aghast that they had missed out on Nancy’s birthday on the 8th and were trying to make up for it. The drawing was an incredible portrait of Nancy that someone had done it was unsigned though. The final envelope was a surprise when Nancy opened it. A travel itinerary for Airline tickets, round trip, Lufthansa from New York to Berlin, and United on the connected flights from Seattle and San Francisco. Written on the sheet of paper was a short note;
I feel horrible about what happened and for missing your birthday, and I hope that in some ways this makes up for it. I contacted your mother and brother so that I could arrange for them to travel to see you in August. They miss you and want to see that you are well. -Kat
P.S. The drawing was done by Maria’s daughter Zella, let her know what you think of it. She hides it, but I think Zella likes to show off how good she has become.
It was a nice gesture by Kat and it did go a long way towards making up for the mess on Sunday. Nancy wasn’t quite ready to forgive and forget just yet. She would also need to be sure that she thanked Zella. Now sitting in a Wolfsburg restaurant for lunch, Nancy was waiting to make a new friend, at least she hoped she was. It would make getting through the process of her involvement in the movie a whole lot easier.
The Host led Edda to Nancy’s table, as she sat down she could tell that Edda was looking around a bit askance at her surroundings. Nancy couldn’t help but notice it, but Edda had an aura of sophistication and elegance that she couldn’t possibly match. She was everything that Nancy wasn't.
“I’m sorry that this isn’t Berlin or Paris” Nancy said, “But the food is good, I eat lunch here regularly.”
“It’s about what I expected” Edda said, something about the way that Edda watched her made her feel like a research subject in a lab.
“I was thinking that after lunch I could show you around VW, the Offices and perhaps the assembly line” Nancy said, “Its optional though because it is all men who don’t always know how to behave around women.”
“You are the only woman who works there?” Edda asked.
“In the Promotions Department” Nancy replied.
“That sounds difficult” Edda said.
“Perhaps, but they are giving me a chance to use analytics to tailor advertisements” Nancy said, “It’s really exciting.”
“Tell me more” Edda said.
Washington D.C.
In John Aleshire’s opinion this was a waste of time and resources. Still, it did keep suspicion far away from Aleshire himself. He had made a point of telling his superiors that His Grandfather’s name had been Alscher and that his father had changed his name during the First World War. It turned out that John himself wasn’t considered a threat, because his family had clearly done that for patriotic reasons and an exhaustive investigation had concluded that John had no connections to Europe. Others though, like the man in the interrogation room had come from a family that had changed their name and religion before they ever set foot in the country. The fact that this man was now in the Diplomatic Corps raised some serious red flags.
“Think we’ve let him stew long enough?” Scranton, one of the Agents who John was supervising asked. John just nodded, and Scranton walked into the room.
“Glad that you came in here today, Richard. Mind if I call you that?” Scranton said as he sat down across the table from the man.
“Like I was given a choice?” Richard asked in reply.
“We just have a few questions is all” Scranton said.
Richard stared at Scranton.
“Your father, who killed himself in 1921, his name was Friedrich Kohn correct?” Scranton asked.
“That has nothing to do with me” Richard said.
“Perhaps” Scranton said, “But the fact that he converted to Catholicism and changed his name to Kerry before moving to Brookline, Massachusetts from German State of Bohemia looks extremely suspicious.”
“It wasn’t part of Germany at that time” Richard said.
Scranton just shrugged, “As if the Austro-Hungarian Empire would be much better.” He said.
John didn’t need to see any more, so he left the observation room. In a month they would conduct a second interview and if the answers in the second interview didn’t exactly match the answers in the first then they would have this man over a barrel. At that point it was disturbing how many people would turn on their own grandmother to save their own skins. Going back to his desk he made sure to log the time and date of first interview and to note that it had been recorded.
John was also maintaining a second list, one that he would pass on to the dead drop that evening after work. He had no idea what the BND-NAA wanted with that list, but they had asked for it. John had found that it was a lot easier not to ask questions.