The Heritage Paper

Chapter 82



Veronica and the kids were dropped off in front of Beth Israel Hospital. The Secret Service showed some chivalry, helping them across the busy sidewalk and into the lobby.

A nurse led them to Ben’s room on the third floor. They were met by Flavia, who informed them that Ben had a “rough night,” but was much better this morning.

Veronica looked to Youkelstein. “You look much better this morning, considering.”

His ashen face lit up. “Never underestimate the healing powers of a beautiful young woman.”

He nodded in Flavia’s direction. Veronica faked a smile and held back any urge to let him know she wasn’t that young.

“He’s just buttering me up so he can steal more money from me in cards,” Flavia replied with a flirtatious wink.

Maggie walked to the bedside table and picked up the deck of cards. “What were you playing?”

“Strip poker,” Youkelstein said, grinning. “I must admit I cheated, but it was well worth it.”

Veronica cringed. She also wondered what Mr. Nazi Hunter would think if he knew he was flirting with Hitler’s great-granddaughter. She doubted he’d be in such a jovial mood if she’d revealed the secret to him.

Veronica approached Youkelstein’s bedside and reached into her bag. She pulled out an item and handed it to him. “I brought you a present.”

He looked confused by it.

“It’s the notes from the Wannsee Conference. You know, Die Endlösung der Judenfrage. I think what you’ll find most interesting is it contains the missing minutes,” she said like she was an expert on the subject.

He appeared awed.

“I also have in my possession a list of stolen Nazi art, and its location, that I will leave in your care to return to the rightful owners.”

Youkelstein looked like he was on the verge of tears.

Veronica had one more thing for him—an apology. “I’m sorry for doubting you, Ben. Without you I’d never have gotten my children back. I owe you my life.”

He waved his bony hand dismissively, almost yanking the IV tube out of his arm. “I didn’t take it personally. My only agenda is to eliminate this evil from the planet, and so far I haven’t been able to. Time ruthlessly moves on, and at my age I’m sadly running out of it.”





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