CHAPTER EIGHT
Ushered by afternoon sunlight, Ilse stepped through the sliding hospital doors and was confronted by the pungent odor of cleaning fluids and ammonia. A strange place for a family reunion, but in the case of the Muellers perhaps this was predictable. Ilse didn't want to stay long, though. She could only remember little Kat through hazy memories. But if her brother had been right, and if Kat had been asking questions, maybe she'd know about the accomplice.
Across from Ilse, behind a low counter, a young woman was manning the phones like a pro. The shrill ring from the blinking wall receivers indicated more than one call on hold, while the receptionist struggled to keep up.
Cautiously, Ilse approached the frazzled lady behind the desk and waited patiently as she heard low mut
