“You’re the only one that will ever know it.” He was suddenly very tired and he tried to hurry on. “I wasn’t running from the Russians. It was the Germans I feared.”
“What?”
“I was in that bunker with them all,” he said, pointing across the park. “I went into the room and she was dead already, but he was alive and he had a gun. I don’t know why I did it.”
“What, Rudolph?”
He coughed, and the blood began to fill his mouth. He stared up at her in the darkness, wondering if she would ever understand. “This afternoon I killed Hitler.”