Jesus, gods, he’s talking about a sacrifice, thought Charlotte, even as another movement caught the corner of her eye. She focused on where she’d noticed it and saw what appeared to be a tail—like a great, green dagger—before it disappeared behind a stand of cypress trees. So, too, did something move on the opposite side of the lot, causing the trees to sway. It’s like we’re being triangulated, she thought—even as the man was thrown to the muddy ground outside the fence and the gate swung quickly shut.
“Manfred, if you would, the ‘Horst Wessel Song ...’”
And no sooner had the man named Manfred run to the audio truck and started the music than the Nazis raised their hands in salute and started singing, “The flag is high, our ranks are closed / The S.A. marches with silent solid steps ...”
