Chapter 276
"Well?" Mandelbaum said.
"You were right," said a male voice with a German accent. "He was tight with Ethan."
The hair on the back of my neck stood up. I shimmied as far forward on my belly as I could without being seen, but it only got me a view of their legs.
"I don't trust him," the rabbi said. "He's acting cagey, disobeying orders. I warned him to sever that relationship."
Ro. I pressed my palms into the carpet to smother the sparks flying off them.
"You want to keep an eye on him for a bit longer?" Oskar asked.
"No," Mandelbaum said. My heart stuttered a dozen times. "He's run out of chances."
I reached for the hem of the blanket to move it out of the way and stop them, when Oskar said, "Too bad. Ilya was a good guy. But you're right. Every time I checked in with him about whether he'd found out what Ferdinand planned to give us the night he died, he claimed to forget."
"Something happened on his trip up north," the rabbi said. "Something changed."