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The pair ended up in Hamburg almost by accident. Frankel planned to stay just a few days until he could concoct a new plan. They dined at La Mer, the hotel's seafood restaurant, and occasionally went out for the evening to Hamburg's red-light district. Allison set out on daily fact-finding missions to discover what had been written about Frankel's case.
"He didn't know where to go, what to do," says Allison. If as a young broker he had been too nervous to even make trades on behalf of his clients, as a fugitive he was proving incapable of even making a decision about where to run.
Those days at the Hamburg hotel, those nights watching television with Frankel hunched over an astrological chart or reading the Mirror or the Sun--he loved the British tabloids--began to blur, Allison says. They slept a lot and speculated about when Frankel would be caught. He was not apologetic. He had only wanted to have some fun, he told Allison, to live the American Dream. And up until that final night, somehow, he never imagined the American Dream would end in a German prison.