He approached Dorothea and saw that Werner had been shot with a single round to the head.
'I fired twice at Henn,' Christl said. She pointed to the end of the hall, past a low-stepped platform, at another doorway. 'He escaped there.'
Malone slipped the rucksack off his shoulders, unzipped the center compartment, and found a 9mm automatic. When Taperell had searched the others' belongings and found Dorothea's gun, he'd wisely asked the Aussie to stash a weapon in his own pack.
'Different rules for you?' Christl asked.
He ignored her.
Dorothea stood. 'I want Ulrich.'
He heard the hate. 'Why would he kill Werner?'
'It's Mother. Why else?' Dorothea screamed, her words echoing through the bathhouse. 'She killed Sterling Wilkerson just to keep him from me. Now she's killed Werner.'
Christl seemed to sense his ignorance. 'Wilkerson was an American agent that the Ramsey man sent to spy on us. Dorothea's latest lover. Ulrich shot him in Germany.'
He agreed, they needed to locate Henn.
'I can help,' Christl said. 'Two would be better than one. And I know Ulrich. How he thinks.'
He was certain of that observation, so he reinserted a magazine from his pocket and handed the gun back to her.
'I want mine, too,' Dorothea said.
'She came armed?' Christl asked him.
He nodded his head. 'You two are just alike.'
DOROTHEA FELT VULNERABLE. CHRISTL WAS ARMED AND MALONE flatly refused her request for a gun.
'Why give her an advantage?' she asked. 'Are you an idiot?'
'Your husband is dead,' Malone reminded her.
She glanced down at Werner. 'He hasn't been my husband in a long time.' Her words were remorseful. Sad. Just as she felt. 'But that doesn't mean I wanted him dead.' She glared at Christl. 'Not like this.'
'This quest is proving costly.' Malone paused. 'For you both.'
'Grandfather was right,' Christl said. 'History books will be rewritten, all thanks to the Oberhausers. It's our job to see that happens. For the family.'
She imagined that her father and grandfather may have thought and said the exact same thing. But she wanted to know, 'What about Henn?'
'There's no telling what Mother ordered him to do,' Christl said. 'My guess is he's going to kill me and Malone.' She motioned at Dorothea with the gun. 'You were to be the sole survivor.'
'You're a liar,' Dorothea hissed.
'Am I? Then where's Ulrich? Why did he flee when I confronted him? Why kill Werner?'
Dorothea could provide no answers.
'Arguing is pointless,' Malone said. 'Let's go get him and be done with this.'
MALONE PASSED THROUGH A DOORWAY AND EXITED THE BATH hall. A series of rooms opened off a long corridor, spaces that appeared to be either storage facilities or workrooms, since they were less elaborate in color and design and devoid of murals. The ceiling remained quartz, its refracted light still illuminating the way. Christl advanced with him, Dorothea trailing behind them.
They came to a series of tiny rooms that may have been a dressing area, then more storage and work spaces. The same ceramic pipes ran along the floor, against the wall, doubling as a baseboard.
They found an intersection.
'I'll go that way,' Christl said.
He agreed. 'We'll take the other route.'
Christl moved right, then disappeared around a corner into the cold gray dimness.
'You know she's a lying bitch,' Dorothea whispered.
He kept his attention on where Christl had gone and said, 'You think?'
EIGHTY-NINE
CHARLIE SMITH HAD THE SITUATION UNDER CONTROL. DIANE McCoy had briefed him well, telling him to wait in the barn until both of their visitors were inside, then quietly assume a position here, in the front parlor. McCoy would then enter the house and announce her presence, then they would deal with the problem.
'Drop the guns,' he ordered.
Metal clattered across the wood floor.
Smith wanted to know, 'You were the two in Charlotte?'
The woman nodded. Stephanie Nelle. Magellan Billet. Justice Department. McCoy had told him their names and positions.
'How'd you know I'd be at Rowland's place?' He was genuinely curious.
'You're predictable, Charlie,' Nelle said.
He doubted that. Still, they had been there. Twice.
'I've known about you for a long time,' Edwin Davis said to him. 'Not your name, or what you look like, or where you live. But I knew you were out there, working for Ramsey.'
'You like my little show at Biltmore?'
'You're quite the pro,' Nelle said. 'That round went to you.'
'I take pride in my work. Unfortunately, I'm between jobs, and employers, at the moment.'
He stepped forward a few feet, into the foyer.
'You realize,' Nelle said, 'that people know we're here.'
He chuckled. 'That's not what she told me.' He motioned toward McCoy. 'She knows the president is suspicious of her. He's the one who sent you here-to trap her. Did Daniels mention me by any chance?'
Nelle gave a surprised look.
'I didn't think so. Just supposed to be you three. Come to talk it out?'
'That's what you told him?' Nelle asked McCoy.
'It's the truth. Daniels sent you to get me. The president can't afford for word of this to get out in public. Too many questions. That's why you're the whole damn army.'
McCoy paused.
'Like I said, the Lone Ranger and Tonto.'
MALONE HAD NO IDEA WHERE THE MAZE OF CORRIDORS LED. HE had no intention of doing what he'd told Christl, so he said to Dorothea, 'Come with me.'
They retraced their steps and reentered the bath hall.
Three other doorways opened from the outer walls. He handed her the flashlight. 'See what's in those rooms.'
She gave him a puzzled look, then he saw realization dawn inside her. She was quick, he'd give her that. The first one revealed nothing, but at the second doorway she motioned for him to come.
He approached and saw Ulrich Henn, dead on the floor.
'The fourth shot,' he said. 'Though it was surely the first one Christl fired, since he represented the greatest threat. Especially after the note your mother sent. She figured you three were in league to get her.'
'The bitch,' Dorothea muttered. 'She killed them both.'
'And she means to kill you, too.'
'And you?'
He shrugged. 'I can't imagine why I'd be allowed to leave.'
He'd let his guard down last night, caught up in the moment. Danger and adrenaline had that effect. Sex had always been a way to ease his fears-which had gotten him into trouble years ago, when he first started with the Magellan Billet.
But not this time. He stared back out into the bath hall, deciding what to do next. Lots happening fast. He
