"It doesn't come on till six," she said. "Bob, what the hell happened?" "A bunch of neo-Nazis attacked a movie set," Herbert said. "They killed some of the crew, stole a trailer filled with Nazi memorabilia, and drove off. Although no one's heard from them, they appear to have taken an American girl hostage." "Jesus," Liz said. She took several short puffs.
"It appears as if the group was led by a woman named Karin Doring. Heard of her?" "The name is familiar," Liz said. She took the phone from the kitchen and began walking toward the study. "Give me a second and I'll see what we've got." She switched on the computer, sat down, and accessed the database in her office at Op-Center. In less than ten seconds, the file on Doring had been downloaded.
"Karin Doring," she said, "the Ghost from Halle." "The Ghost from where?" Herbert asked.
"Halle," Liz said. She scanned the report. "That's her hometown in East Germany. They call her the Ghost because she's usually gone from the scene before anyone can catch her. She doesn't go in for ski masks and disguises, wants people to know who's behind things. And get this. In an interview last year with a newspaper called Our Struggle, she describes herself as a Nazi Robin Hood, striking a blow for the oppressed majority of Germany." "Sounds like a psycho," Herbert said.
"Actually, she doesn't," Liz said. "That's the problem with people like this." Liz coughed, continued to draw on her cigarette, and spoke as she scanned the file. "In high school, in the late 1970s, she was briefly a member of the Communist Party." "Spying on the enemy?" "Probably not," Liz said.
"Okay," Herbert said, "why don't I just shut up?" "No, what you just said would be a logical assumption, though it's probably a wrong one. She was obviously looking for herself, ideologically speaking. The Communist left and the neo-Nazi right are very much alike in their rigidity of thought. All radicals are. These people can't sublimate their frustrations so they externalize them. They convince themselves, usually subconsciously, that others are causing their miseries— 'others' meaning anyone who's different from them. In Hitler's Germany, they blamed unemployment on the Jews. Jews held a disproportionately high number of positions in banks, universities, medicine. They were visible, obviously prosperous, and very clearly different. They had different traditions, different sabbaths, different holidays.
They were an easy target. The same was true of Jews in Communist Russia." "Gotcha," Herbert said. "Have you got anything on this woman's contacts, hideouts, habits?" Liz scanned the document. It was broken into sections labeled "vital statistics," "biography," and "modus operandi." "She's a loner," Liz said, "which in terrorist terms means she always works with a small group. Three or four people, tops. And she never sends anyone on a mission she wouldn't undertake." "That's a match with today's attack," Herbert said. "Any known hits?" Liz said, "They never claim credit—" "Also a match with today." " — but witnesses have tied them to the firebombing of an Arab-owned shopping mall in Bonn and the delivery of a grenade-rigged liquor carton to the South African Embassy in Berlin, both last year." "Ruthless too," Herbert said.
"Yes," Liz said. "That's part of her appeal to the hardcore neo-Nazis. Though it's strange. The store she attacked was a men's shop, and the liquor was delivered to a bachelor party." "Why is that strange? Maybe she hates men." "That doesn't fit in with Nazi ideology," Liz said.
"True," Herbert agreed. "In war and genocide, they were equal-opportunity killers. This may be good news for the American kid, if she is a hostage. Maybe they won't kill her." "I wouldn't bet the ranch on that," Liz said. "Sparing women isn't likely to be a commandment, just courtesy. It also says here that two of those witnesses who tried to I.D.
her personally died within days of talking to the authorities.
One in a car crash, one after a mugging. The crash victim was a woman. One woman who tried to quit her group Feuer— Fire— was also killed." "Watched and whacked," Herbert said. "Just like the mob." "Not quite," Liz said. "The retiree was drowned in a toilet after being beaten and slashed. This is one sick little schatze. Anyway, so much for sparing women." Liz scanned back to Karin's biography.
"Let's see if we can see where Ms. Doring is coming from," Liz said. She began reading, then said, "Here we are.
Her mother died when she was six and she was raised by her father. Bet you dollars to pesos there was some nasty business going on there." "Abuse." "Yeah," Liz said. "Again, it's a classic pattern. As a girl, Karin was either beaten, sexually abused, or both. She sublimated like crazy as a kid, then looked for a place to put her anger. She tried Communism, didn't like it for whatever reason—" "It was dying," Herbert contributed.
"Then she found the neo-Nazi movement and assumed the role of father figure, something her own father, never did." "Where is Papa Doring now?" Herbert asked.
"Dead," said Liz. "Cirrhosis of the liver. Died when Karin was fifteen, just about the time she became a political activist." "Okay," said Herbert, "so we think we know who our enemy is. She's happy to kill men, willing to kill women. She assembles a terrorist group and roams the country attacking foreign interests. Why? To scare them off?" "She knows she can't do that," Liz says. "Nations will still have embassies, and businesses will still come. More likely it's the equivalent of a recruitment poster. Something to rally other aggressive misfits around her. And by the way, Bob, it obviously works. As of four months ago, when this file was updated, Feuer had thirteen hundred members with an annual growth rate of nearly twenty percent. Of those members, twenty active, full-time soldiers move with her from camp to camp." "Do we know where any of these camps are?" "They keep changing," Liz said. "We've got three photographs in the file." She accessed them in turn and read each caption. "One was taken at a lake in Mecklenburg, the second was shot in a forest in Bavaria, and the third was in mountains somewhere along the Austrian border. We don't know how they travel, but it looks to me like they pitch tents whenever they get there." "They probably move around in a bus or van," Herbert said. He sounded dejected. "Guerrilla groups that size used to travel in patterns to establish regular supply lines. But with cellular phones and overnight parcel delivery, they can arrange for pickups just about anywhere now. How many camps do we know about?" "Just those three," Liz said.
The phone beeped. It had to be Monica calling for her messages. Her roommate would be frantic, but Liz wasn't going to answer.
"What about lieutenants?" Herbert asked. "Who does she rely on?" "Her closest aide is Manfred Piper. He joined her after they graduated from high school. Apparently, she handles all the military matters and Piper does the fundraising, runs checks on aspiring members, that sort of thing." Herbert was silent for a moment, then said, "We don't really have very much here, do we?" "To understand her, yes," Liz said. "To catch her, I'm afraid not." After a moment, Herbert said, "Liz, our German host thinks she may have pulled this heist off so she could pass out trinkets for Chaos Days, the little Mardi Gras of hate they have here. Considering her record of striking political targets, does that make sense?" "I think you're looking at this the wrong way," Liz said.
"What was the movie?" Herbert said, "Tirpitz. About the battleship, I guess." Liz tapped into Pictures in Motion, a Web site listing movies in production around the world. After locating the film, she said, "The set was a political target, Bob. It was an American co-production." Herbert was silent for a moment. "So either the memorabilia was a bonus, or the American crew was." "You got it." "Look," Herbert said, "I'm going to have a chat with the authorities here, maybe pay a visit to one of these Chaos Days celebrations." "Watch it, Bob," Liz said. "Neo-Nazis don't hold doors for people in wheelchairs. Remember, you're different—" "You bet I am," he said. "Meanwhile, give me a buzz on the cellular if you come up with anything else on this lady or her group." "Will do," Liz said. "Take care and ciao," she added, using the other Italian word she knew.