Elie stepped between them. “Not yet!”

Abraham bent over in pain. “Nazi bitch!”

“Watch them.” Elie got down on his knees and hands to search the car, using the cigarette lighter to illuminate every corner of the plush sedan. Nothing resembling a ledger, but he found a handgun, its handle plated with ivory.

He tossed the gun to Abraham, who prodded the general with his boot. “Stand up! Schnell! ”

Elie watched with satisfaction-the rabbi’s son was doing the butcher’s work.

General Klaus von Koenig pulled himself up on one elbow. His breathing was labored, a gurgling Elie recognized as the sound of foamy blood filling the chest. His eyes squinted with pain as he looked at the woman. “ Auf Wiedersehen, meine geliebte. ”

“She’ll see you in hell!” Abraham’s ragged boot banged against the German’s back. “On your feet!”

With great effort, the Nazi rose.

“We are Jews,” Abraham said, aiming the gun at his head. “ Juden! ”

General von Koenig straightened up, pulled back his shoulders, and raised his right hand at the dark sky. “ Heil Hitler! ”

Abraham shot him in the face.

The woman gasped.

“ Nekamah!” Elie’s frozen lips hurt, reciting the Hebrew word for revenge. “ Nekamah!”

She stared at the dead German a few feet away. Tears lined her cheeks.

“Whore!” Elie addressed her in German. “Where is the truck?”

She tilted her head up the hill, where they had come from.

He kicked snow in her face. “Who took it? Which bank? Tell me!”

Clawing at the snow, she edged away, leaving a dark trail of blood. The car wreck must have injured her.

“Shoot her in the leg,” Elie ordered. “Pain will make her talk.”

“She’s bleeding already,” Abraham said. “A lot.”

“Do it!”