‘It’s well hidden, up a track that only a 4x4 can go, but also there is a helipad.’
‘Where?’
‘In the grounds. It looks like a Swiss chalet, you know, like Alpine, but it’s made of concrete and is cut’ — she made a chopping motion — ‘into the mountain. Kaffarov calls it his Kelsten something.’
She shrugged. Dima rose excitedly to his feet.
‘His Kehlsteinhaus. . the Eagle’s Nest!’
Everyone looked nonplussed.
‘So?’ said Vladimir.
‘Hitler’s secret retreat at the top of the Kehlstein mountain,’ said Kroll. ‘Built by Martin Bormann for his fiftieth birthday, cost: thirty million Reichsmarks. Only Hitler hardly ever stayed there.’
He and Dima looked at each other.
‘Because he was afraid of heights!’
Amara shrugged again. Some people had no sense of history.
‘Sorry,’ said Dima. ‘Go on.’
She shrugged.
‘How many guards will he have with him?’
‘I don’t know — some North Koreans, I think.’
‘The infamous Yin and Yang.’
‘They never speak. And some others who walked round waving their Uzis. Always guns, guns, guns, wherever you went.’ She shivered. ‘She said he always sleeps with one under his pillow.’
‘And?’
‘That’s it.’
‘We’re going to need a bit more than that,’ said Kroll.
‘Please think, Amara: how many floors? Where are the vehicles kept? Are there guards on the perimeter wall? How high is it?’
‘How would I know? I’m not a bloody tour guide. I just stayed there a few times.’
‘What’s she called, your friend?’
‘Kristen.’
‘Oh, yes, I remember now. She’s Austrian.’ Dima laughed. ‘An Alpine mistress to go with the chalet: he’s got the matching set!’
‘She doesn’t like to be called that.’
‘Whatever. Has she ever sent you anything? Directions? A map?’
‘Of course not. I always went with Gazul and he knows where it is. Knew.’
Dima wondered what she could make of her life now he was gone, but there was no time to think about that now.
‘Kristen is very sweet, always happy, never trouble. Gazul was always saying to me, “Why can’t you be like Kristen? Kristen is always smiling”.’
Dima frowned. Did she miss the guy or not?
‘Kristen is always smiling because she is always stoned all the time. Without her, those trips would have been bo-ring. We used to have a good laugh together. One time we — hang on, I’ll show you.’
She got up and opened the bottom right-hand drawer of the desk.
‘Here it is.’
She reached in and lifted out a white silk-covered photo album.
Vladimir, Zirak and Gregorin gathered round.
‘This may not be the best time for wedding snaps,’ said Zirak.
But it was something better than that: far better.
‘Oh my God. .’ said Dima.
She opened it: the first page showed several shots of herself and an attractive blonde, leaning out of the window of a turret, waving. Then page after page of holiday photos, taken by her and Kristen, and by the look of it some of the guards, showing the entire layout of the Eagle’s Nest.
The miserable widow had come good after all. Dima put an arm round her and kissed her.
‘All right,’ she said. ‘But not the rest of you tramps.’
‘Look,’ said Zirak. ‘She’s even got Yin and Yang.’
The two Koreans gazed self-consciously at the camera, their Uzis clearly in view.
‘Bloody hell,’ said Kroll. ‘It really does look like the original. Hang on a sec. .’
He put the scanner carefully to one side and rebooted the laptop:
Welcome to the Kehlsteinhaus. . it said. Historical landmark, Museum and Restaurant.
The two buildings were identical. Kroll looked round at them all, smiled and clicked on Map.
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