The hairs on Nikki’s neck stood up. Margot’s posture had altered, not a lot, but enough to sound alarm bells. Her intuition had been spot-on. Margot could understand German. And maybe other Eastern Bloc languages.
Nikki switched to Russian. “Sam, look closely at the woman who came in with me. Do you think she understands what we’re saying?”
Sam didn’t alter his expression after Nikki’s unusual request. He asked no questions. The Nazi death camps taught detainees to conceal their emotions. “I don’t think so,” he said, “but I’m certain she understood German.”
“Have you heard from your daughter in Sydney?” Nikki said, switching to Polish.
Again, Sam responded in the same language. “Yes, she’s coming to visit next month.” He hesitated for a few seconds and reverted to Russian. “I’m convinced she speaks Polish, as well.”
Sam took the ten-dollar note from Nikki. His eyes drifted towards Margot and held her stare for a few seconds. Then he flicked his gaze back to Nikki. “Who is she, Nikki?” As he handed over the change, he lowered his voice and said in Russian. “This woman is dangerous. You must be careful around her. The look in her eyes reminds me of one of the guards in Sobibor.” He leant a little closer and whispered, “At first, he liked to toy with his victims. Then he took pleasure in killing them.”
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