‘Bastards,’ Aleta swore, as half an hour later, she came across a long and significant list of names.
O’Connor came around to her side of the table. ‘Each of them murdered on the same day… but two minutes apart,’ he said, noticing the regularity of the executions.
‘There was a reason for that.’ Aleta struggled to control her bitterness. ‘It was Hitler’s birthday, and as a present to the Fuhrer, von Hei?en gave orders that for an hour and a half, a Jew would be shot every two minutes.’
The Nazis obviously didn’t believe in cakes, O’Connor thought darkly.
Aleta turned the page and gasped, her hand trembling over her mouth. O’Connor stood behind her. At the top of the page, were two names inscribed in copperplate: