He stared ahead at a set of open, white-enameled double doors. He noticed the whiskey-colored mosaic walls beyond. He stepped forward. McKoy followed. In the doorway they both went motionless.
'Oh, fuck,' McKoy whispered.
Paul gazed at the Amber Room. 'You got that right.'
The visual spectacle was broken by two people who entered through another set of open double doors to the right. One was Loring. The other, the blond woman from Stod. Suzanne. Both held pistols.
'I see you accepted my invitation,' Loring said.
McKoy stiffened. 'Didn't want to disappoint you.'
Loring motioned with the gun. 'What do you think of my treasure?'
McKoy stepped farther inside. The woman's grip on her gun tightened, barrel jutted forward. 'Stay cool, little lady. Just goin' to admire the handiwork.' McKoy approached one of the amber walls.
Paul turned to the woman Knoll had called Suzanne. 'You found Chapaev through me, didn't you?'
'Yes, Mr. Cutler. The information was most helpful.'
'You killed that old man for this?'
'No,
Loring and the woman stayed to the far side of the thirty-foot-square room. Double doors opened out of three walls, windows lined the fourth, but Paul assumed they were fake. This chamber was clearly an inside one. McKoy continued to admire the amber, massaging its smoothness. If not for the seriousness of their predicament, Paul would have been in awe, as well. But not too many probate lawyers found themselves in a Czech castle with two semiautomatic handguns pointed at them. Definitely not a course on this in law school.
'Tend to it,' Loring softly said to Suzanne.
The woman left. Loring stayed across the room and kept his gun trained. McKoy moved close to Paul.
'We will wait here, gentlemen, until Suzanne fetches the other Cutler.'
McKoy stepped close.
'What the shit we do now?' Paul whispered.
'Hell if I know.'
Knoll slowly peeled back the comforter and crawled onto the bed. He nestled close to Rachel and gently massaged her breasts. She responded to his touch, sighing gently, still half asleep. He let his hand roam down the length of her body and discovered she was naked beneath the shirt. She slid over and cuddled close.
'Paul,' she whispered.
He wrapped his hand around her throat, rolled her over onto her back, and then slipped on top. Rachel's eyes went wide with fear. He brought the stiletto to her throat, gently probing the scab from last night's encounter with the tip. 'You should have taken my advice.'
'Where's Paul?' she managed to mouth.
'I have him.'
She started to struggle. He pressed the blade flat against her throat. 'Sit still, Frau Cutler, or I will twist the edge to your skin. Do you understand?'
She stopped moving.
He motioned with his head toward the open panel, relaxing his grip slightly to allow a look. 'He's in there.' He retightened the lock on her throat and moved the knife down her shirt, flicking off each button. Then he parted the folds. Her bare chest heaved. He lightly traced the outline of one nipple with the knifepoint. 'I watched earlier from behind the wall. Your lovemaking is intense.'
She spat on him.
He backhanded her face. 'Insolent bitch. Your father did the same thing and you saw what happened to him.'
He slugged her in the stomach and heard the breath leave her. He delivered another blow to her face, this time with his fist. His hand returned to her throat. Her eyes rolled in a daze. He pinched her cheeks and shook her head from side to side.
'You love him? Why risk his life? Pretend you are a whore, the price of my pleasure . . . a life. It will not be unpleasant.'
'Where . . . is . . . Paul?'
He shook his head. 'Such stubbornness. Channel all that anger into passion and your Paul will see morning.'
His groin throbbed, ready for action. He returned the knife to her chin and pressed.
'Okay,' she finally said.
He hesitated. 'I am withdrawing the knife. But one millimeter of movement and I will kill you. Then him.'
He slowly released his hand and the knife. He unbuckled his belt and was about to wiggle out of his pants when Rachel screamed.
'How'd you get the panels, Loring?' McKoy asked.
'A gift from heaven.'
McKoy chuckled. Paul was impressed with how cool the big man was staying. Glad somebody was calm. He was scared to death.
'I assume you plan to use that gun at some point. So humor a condemned man and answer a few questions.'
'You were right earlier,' Loring said. 'Trucks left Konigsberg in 1945 with the panels. They were eventually loaded onto a train. That train stopped in Czechoslovakia. My father tried then to secure the panels, but couldn't. Field Marshal von Schorner was loyal to Hitler and could not be bought. Von Schorner ordered the crates trucked west to Germany. They were to go to Bavaria, but only made it as far as Stod.'
'My cavern?'
'Correct. Father found the panels seven years after the war.'
'And shot the help?'
'A necessary business decision.'
'Rafal Dolinski another necessary business decision?'
'Your reporter friend did contact me and provided a copy of his narrative. Too informative for his own good.'
'What about Karol Borya and Chapaev?' Paul asked.
'Many have sought what you see before you,
'My parents included?' Paul asked.
'We became aware of your father's inquiries across Europe, but finding that Italian was a bit too close. That was our first and only breach of secrecy. Suzanne dealt with both the Italian and your parents. Unfortunate, but another necessary business decision.'
He lunged toward the old man. The gun jutted forward and took aim. McKoy grabbed him by the shoulder. 'Calm down, Rocket Man. Gettin' yourself shot isn't going to solve a thing.'
He struggled to get free. 'Wringing his goddamned neck would.' Anger seethed through him. He never thought himself capable of such rage. He wanted to kill Loring, regardless of the consequences, and enjoy every second of the bastard's torment. McKoy forced him to the other side of the room. Loring inched to the opposite amber wall. McKoy's back was to Loring when the big man whispered, 'Stay cool. Follow my lead.'
Suzanne switched on an overhead chandelier and flooded the foyer and staircase with light. There was no danger of the staff interfering with the night's activities, Loring had specifically instructed that no one reenter the main wing after midnight. She'd already thought about body disposal, deciding to bury all three in the woods beyond the castle before morning. She slowly climbed the stairs and reached the fourth-floor landing, gun in hand. A scream suddenly pierced the silence from the direction of the Wedding Chamber. She raced down the hall, past the open banister, to the oak door.
She tried the handle. Locked.
Another scream came from inside.
