it was a medical project based on the info the Allied Forces confiscated from the concentration camps. Mr. Bextal was the leader of this group, and as far as they can tell, he’s the last one alive.”
“He’s alive!” she softly shrieked, then sat back down. “But Dr.
Wall said he died in Amsterdam eight years ago.”
“And,” Nick said, “it turns out that was his brother. Wall was also right about protecting Hans. Seems everyone on his team has died from some sort of accident. His brother died in a car versus cement truck mishap. He was the guy in the car. Whoever killed his brother might have thought it was him.”
“How many on the team?” Shelly asked.
“Twelve. Not a heart attack, stroke, or cancer victim among them. If this guy is alive, his life is in danger. And I am sure he knows it. Has there been any response to the post?”
“Nothing,” Shelly said, dropping her head.
“Well, I’m going to see Mary,” he said, closing the manila folder.
“How is she doing?”
“Today’s a good day. Your dad brought homemade food and she ate some.”
“That’s great!”
“Doris ate the breadsticks and Wall had the meatballs.” “That’s Dad for you, feeding the masses.” Nick laughed.
“Oh,” he said, waving the folder before he left, “if anyone asks, you don’t know anything.”
“Anything about what?” She grinned.
“That’s my girl!”
*****
Thursday evening, Shelly received a call from Jerry at the hospital. After a little bit of small talk about Bella, his voice tailed off. Shelly prodded. He started to tell her about the UPS project, but she got about as much information from him as she did from Nick. Must be some commercial, she thought. Then he started letting it all out. He talked about how the both of them had waited and finally found someone, and how happy he was that he had been able to introduce Nick to her.