standard cobalt jacket. Your original goal will be accomplished with
half the risk and twice the likelihood of success.'
Horn shook his head. 'Not half the risk, Pieter. You would be at risk.
I cannot allow that. Besides, Israeli Intelligence is very good.
This must be a genuine Arab attack. Only that'll bring about the
outcome I want. If the Libyans fail, you will get your chance. But
we'll speak of that no more for now.
Tell me, what of our German policeman?'
'I made the call myself. Sergeant Apfel took it. I think Hauer might
be with him, but it doesn't matter. One of my men is meeting Apfel
tomorrow morning at the Voortrekker Monument. We'll kill Hauer there if
he shows up, and we'll have both Apfel and the papers here by tomorrow
after-, noon.'
Horn toyed with his eyepatch. 'And what has dear Lord.
Granville been up to?'
Smuts wrinkled his nose in disgust. 'He's spoken to no@ one outside the
house. I'm monitoring all the phones -to @ .
make sure. He's got his eye on Sergeant Apfel's wife, though, I can
tell you that.'
Horn's face hardened. 'See that he makes no trouble for her.'
'I'll see he makes no trouble for anyone ever again.'
'Not yet, Pieter,' Horn said gently. 'We're not sure of anything yet.'
'He asked me again if he could go up in the tower.'
Horn smiled wryly. 'Robert is a good boy, Pieter, but he's mixed up.
We don't want him to know all ou we?'
Smuts snorted. 'Have you seen that runny nose? I think he's using what
he's selling.' The Afrikaner drew a short, double-edged dagger from his
belt and light. 'I tell you, one false step and I'll cut his balls off
and feed them to him with parsley.'
Horn cackled softly. 'Gute Nacht, Pieter.'
Smuts stood and sheathed his knife. 'Good night, sir.' As the
Afrikaner passed Ilse's bedroom, he listened at the door. He heard
nothing. Had the hall light been on, he might, have noticed the dark
bloodstains on the carpet. But it wasn't, and he didn't. He moved on.
He had a treat waiting in his room. A village girl from Giyani-a
virgin, if the headman could be believed-no more than thirteen, and
black as coal dust. Alfred Horn's Aryan princess could sleep the night
in peace; Smuts knew what he liked: kajftr girl with the smell of coal
smoke still on her. When he first came into the bedroom, he liked to
ask if they'd brought their passes with them. Sometime ones were so
scared they broke down and cried good way to set the tone for the
evening.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
5.'56 A. M. Jan Smuts Airport.' Johanne$bUrg The South'African Airways
747 landed with the dawn.
Asthejettaxieduptothetenninal,KripodetectiveJulius Schneider collected
his flight bag from the overhead compartment and prepared to deplane as
quickly as possible.
TWelve hours was too long to sit in a seat booked for a dead man.
Schneider edged his bulk into the crush of honeymooners, big-game
hunters, and businessmen jamming the aisle, -all the while wishing that
Colonel Rose could have managed to get him a military flight. He took a
deep breath when he finally made it out of the aircraft. The anxious
passengers and the South African summer heat had combined to produce a
singularly unpleasant closeness, even at dawn.
'What a change,' he muttered, thinking of the snowdrifts he'd left
behind at Frankfurt. He slung his flight bag over his shoulder and
headed for Customs.
Standing in the long queue, Schneider looked impatiently at his watch.
He wanted to get to a telephone as soon as he could. If he was lucky,
he thought, he might trace Hauer's and Apfel's false passports to a
hotel before they got moving for the day. He wondered what Hauer was
doing now.
Schneider did not know Hauer personally, but,he knew his reputation. He
figured a lone wolf like Hauer would keep an open mind long enough to
listen to his arguments about -Phoenix. Schneider didn't give a damn
about the Spandau papers; all of Rose's ranting about them meant little.
What Schneider wanted was to sever all contact between Wilhelm Funk's
neo-Nazi fanatics in West Berlin and their Stasi counterparts in the
East, and then to drive both Phoenix groups back into the dark hole from
which they had sprung.
His instincts told him Dieter Hauer was the man to help him do that.
Before he contacted Hauer, however, he inten o-ut the local Russian
situation. Because no Kosov was telling Colonel Rose, the KGB would be
here in South Africa-probably at the he o p chasing the Spandau papers.
Schneider wondered where they would be based. The South African
government allowed no Soviet embassies on its soil; he had checked. Thus
the KGB had no legal residency from which to conduct operatioms. That
complicated things. In fact it made him downright nervous. And the
more he thought about it, the surer he became that he would be making a
mistake if he talked to Hauer before he knew exactly where the Russians
were.
He would not have to look far. Yuri Borodin stood four places behind
Schneider in the sweltering heat. The Twelfth Department agent had
easily stayed clear of the German during the flight from Frankfurt.
Borodin ( traveled First Class, and he had spent the entire flight in
the second-story lounge of the 747. He laughed as detective Schneider
lumbered through the Customs comparing his own spare frame to the
German's, he saw a mental image of a sleek Jaguar following a double
decker bus. It did not occur to him what was likely to happen if the
Jaguar hit the bus head-on.
9.14 A. M. Bronberrick Motel. South of Pretoria
Hauer closed the door to the dank-smelling motel leaned against a
battered veneer desk. After much searchinglast night, he and Hans had
finally taken this ratho the N-1 motorway, ten miles south of the
capital.
Hans sat sullenly on a twin bed, fanninl, himself with ,he'd found in
the mildewed -bathroom. His knife jammed into his belt; his Walther lay
a few inches from his right hand.
