In the faintly lit West Berlin sidestreet, a man sat behind the wheel of a dark sedan, waiting. A pretty girl carrying two bottles of Coca Cola crossed the sidewalk, glanced back at the sedan before letting herself into the house at 11 Heilbronner Strasse. The heavy, wrought-iron door clashed behind her, and she started up the narrow stairs. Above her there was a sudden sound of thudding feet and labored breathing. At the top of the stairs, a man appeared carrying the limp body of an elderly, bald-headed man. Behind him...
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