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At nine o’clock, on a warm July evening in the Bavarian Alps, Erich Seyss stepped from the doorway of his assigned barracks and walked briskly across the grass toward the burned-out stable that housed the prisoners’ latrine. He wore a shapeless gray uniform that carried neither rank nor insignia. No cap adorned his head. Only his arrogant gait and undaunted posture remained to identify him as an officer of the German Reich. In the distance, the sun’s last rays crowned snowcapped peaks with a hazy orange halo. Closer, and less angelic, twin barbed-wire fences and a succession of spindly-legged watchtowers surrounded a five-acre enclosure, home to three thousand defeated soldiers.
POW Camp 8, as it was officially designated by the United States Army of Occupation, sat in a broad meadow on the western outskirts of Garmisch, a once chic resort that in 1936 had played host to the Winter Olympic Games. Until three months earlier, the compound had served as the headquarters of the German Army’s First Mountain Division. Like Garmisch, it had escaped the war unscathed — weathered, perhaps, but untouched by a single bomb or bullet. Today, the assembly of stout stone buildings and low-slung wooden cabins housed what Seyss had heard an American officer refer to as “the scum and brutes of the German Army.”
Seyss smiled inwardly, thinking “the loyal and proven” was more like it, then jogged a few steps across the macadam road that bisected the camp. In contrast to his relaxed demeanor, his mood was turbulent, a giddy mix of anxiety and bravado that had his stomach doing somersaults and his heartbeat the four-hundred-meter dash. To his left ran the prisoners’ barracks, a row of stern three-story buildings built to sleep two hundred men, now filled with a thousand. Farther on hunched a weathered cabin that housed the radio shack, and ten meters past that, the camp commander’s personal quarters. Barely visible at the end of the road was a tall wooden gate, swathed in barbed wire and framed by sturdy watchtowers. The gate provided the camp’s sole entry and exit. Tonight, it was his destination.
In ten minutes, either he would be free or dead.
He had arrived at the camp in late May, transported from a hospital in Vienna where he had been recovering from a Russian bullet to his lower back. The wound was his third of the war and the most serious. He’d suffered it in a rearguard action against lead elements of Malinovsky’s Ninth Army, maintaining a defensive perimeter so his men could make it across the Enns River and into the American zone of occupation before the official end of hostilities at midnight, May 8. Surrender to the Russians was not an option for soldiers whose collar patch bore the twin runes of the SS.
A week after his surgery, a chubby American major had showed up at his bedside, a little too solicitous of his good health. He’d asked how his kidney was and confided that a man didn’t really need a spleen. All the while, Seyss had known what he was after, so when finally the major demanded his name, he gave it voluntarily. He did not wish to be found in two months’ time cowering in his lover’s boudoir or hiding beneath his neighbor’s haystack. Peeling back his hospital smock, he had lifted his left arm so that the SS blood group number tattooed on its pale flank could be read. The American had checked the group number against that written on his clipboard, then as if declaring the patient cured, smiled, and said, “Erich Siegfried Seyss, you have been identified by the Allied powers as a war criminal and are subject to immediate transfer to an appropriate detention facility where you will be kept in custody until the time of your trial.” He didn’t provide any specifics as to the nature of the crimes or where they were alleged to have taken place — on the Dnieper, the Danube, the Vistula, or the Ambleve, though Seyss acknowledged it might have been any one of those places. The major had simply produced a pair of handcuffs and locked his right hand to the bed’s metal frame.
Recalling the moment, Seyss paused to light a cigarette and stare at the fiery silhouette of the mountains surrounding him. He considered the charge again and shook his head. War crimes. Where did the war end and the crimes begin? He didn’t loathe himself for acts from which other, lesser men might have shrunk. As an officer who had sworn his loyalty to Adolf Hitler, he had simply done as he’d been told and acted as honorably as circumstances did or did not allow. If the Allied powers wanted to try him, fine. He’d lost the war. What else could they do?
Dismissing his anger, Seyss cut behind the hall, then traversed a dirt infield littered with bales of firewood. Dusk brought quiet to the camp. Prisoners were confined to their barracks until dawn. GIs freed from duty hustled into town for a late beer. Those staying behind gathered in their quarters for heated games of poker and gin rummy. He walked slower now, guarding the shambling pace of a man with nowhere to go. Still, a sheen of perspiration clung to his forehead. He ventured a glance at the wristwatch taped high on his forearm. Three minutes past nine. Tonight everything would hinge on timing.
Fifty feet away, a lone sentry rounded the corner of the latrine. Spotting Seyss, he called, “Hey, Fritz, get over here. Time for bed check. What’re you doing out?”
Seyss approached the GI, pleased he was precisely on schedule. “Just have to make a pee,” he answered in English. “Plumbing’s messed up and gone to hell. No hard feelings, though. It was Ivan’s doing, not yours.” Born of an Irish mother and a German father, he’d grown up speaking both languages interchangeably. He could recite Yeats with a Dubliner’s impish brogue and quote Goethe with a Swabian’s contemptuous slur.
“Just give me your pass and shut up.”
Seyss retrieved a yellow slip from his pocket and handed it over. The pass cited an irregularly functioning kidney as grounds for permission to visit the latrine at all hours.
The sentry studied the slip, then pointed at his watch. “Bedtime, Fritz. Curfew in five minutes.”
“Don’t worry, Joe. I’ll be back in plenty of time for my story. And don’t forget a glass of warm milk. I can’t sleep without it.”
The sentry handed him back the pass, even managing a laugh. “Just make it snappy.”
Revue de presse :
POW Camp 8, as it was officially designated by the United States Army of Occupation, sat in a broad meadow on the western outskirts of Garmisch, a once chic resort that in 1936 had played host to the Winter Olympic Games. Until three months earlier, the compound had served as the headquarters of the German Army’s First Mountain Division. Like Garmisch, it had escaped the war unscathed — weathered, perhaps, but untouched by a single bomb or bullet. Today, the assembly of stout stone buildings and low-slung wooden cabins housed what Seyss had heard an American officer refer to as “the scum and brutes of the German Army.”
Seyss smiled inwardly, thinking “the loyal and proven” was more like it, then jogged a few steps across the macadam road that bisected the camp. In contrast to his relaxed demeanor, his mood was turbulent, a giddy mix of anxiety and bravado that had his stomach doing somersaults and his heartbeat the four-hundred-meter dash. To his left ran the prisoners’ barracks, a row of stern three-story buildings built to sleep two hundred men, now filled with a thousand. Farther on hunched a weathered cabin that housed the radio shack, and ten meters past that, the camp commander’s personal quarters. Barely visible at the end of the road was a tall wooden gate, swathed in barbed wire and framed by sturdy watchtowers. The gate provided the camp’s sole entry and exit. Tonight, it was his destination.
In ten minutes, either he would be free or dead.
He had arrived at the camp in late May, transported from a hospital in Vienna where he had been recovering from a Russian bullet to his lower back. The wound was his third of the war and the most serious. He’d suffered it in a rearguard action against lead elements of Malinovsky’s Ninth Army, maintaining a defensive perimeter so his men could make it across the Enns River and into the American zone of occupation before the official end of hostilities at midnight, May 8. Surrender to the Russians was not an option for soldiers whose collar patch bore the twin runes of the SS.
A week after his surgery, a chubby American major had showed up at his bedside, a little too solicitous of his good health. He’d asked how his kidney was and confided that a man didn’t really need a spleen. All the while, Seyss had known what he was after, so when finally the major demanded his name, he gave it voluntarily. He did not wish to be found in two months’ time cowering in his lover’s boudoir or hiding beneath his neighbor’s haystack. Peeling back his hospital smock, he had lifted his left arm so that the SS blood group number tattooed on its pale flank could be read. The American had checked the group number against that written on his clipboard, then as if declaring the patient cured, smiled, and said, “Erich Siegfried Seyss, you have been identified by the Allied powers as a war criminal and are subject to immediate transfer to an appropriate detention facility where you will be kept in custody until the time of your trial.” He didn’t provide any specifics as to the nature of the crimes or where they were alleged to have taken place — on the Dnieper, the Danube, the Vistula, or the Ambleve, though Seyss acknowledged it might have been any one of those places. The major had simply produced a pair of handcuffs and locked his right hand to the bed’s metal frame.
Recalling the moment, Seyss paused to light a cigarette and stare at the fiery silhouette of the mountains surrounding him. He considered the charge again and shook his head. War crimes. Where did the war end and the crimes begin? He didn’t loathe himself for acts from which other, lesser men might have shrunk. As an officer who had sworn his loyalty to Adolf Hitler, he had simply done as he’d been told and acted as honorably as circumstances did or did not allow. If the Allied powers wanted to try him, fine. He’d lost the war. What else could they do?
Dismissing his anger, Seyss cut behind the hall, then traversed a dirt infield littered with bales of firewood. Dusk brought quiet to the camp. Prisoners were confined to their barracks until dawn. GIs freed from duty hustled into town for a late beer. Those staying behind gathered in their quarters for heated games of poker and gin rummy. He walked slower now, guarding the shambling pace of a man with nowhere to go. Still, a sheen of perspiration clung to his forehead. He ventured a glance at the wristwatch taped high on his forearm. Three minutes past nine. Tonight everything would hinge on timing.
Fifty feet away, a lone sentry rounded the corner of the latrine. Spotting Seyss, he called, “Hey, Fritz, get over here. Time for bed check. What’re you doing out?”
Seyss approached the GI, pleased he was precisely on schedule. “Just have to make a pee,” he answered in English. “Plumbing’s messed up and gone to hell. No hard feelings, though. It was Ivan’s doing, not yours.” Born of an Irish mother and a German father, he’d grown up speaking both languages interchangeably. He could recite Yeats with a Dubliner’s impish brogue and quote Goethe with a Swabian’s contemptuous slur.
“Just give me your pass and shut up.”
Seyss retrieved a yellow slip from his pocket and handed it over. The pass cited an irregularly functioning kidney as grounds for permission to visit the latrine at all hours.
The sentry studied the slip, then pointed at his watch. “Bedtime, Fritz. Curfew in five minutes.”
“Don’t worry, Joe. I’ll be back in plenty of time for my story. And don’t forget a glass of warm milk. I can’t sleep without it.”
The sentry handed him back the pass, even managing a laugh. “Just make it snappy.”
Move over, Jack Higgins and Robert Ludlum, Reich has grabbed hold of your genre and made it sing (SAN FRANCISCO EXAMINER)
'A pleasingly dramatic thriller' SX
'An original and highly inventive thriller' Mail on Sunday
Irresistible (WALL STREET JOURNAL)
'THE RUNNER is a wonderful novel, a sophisticated story of conspiracy, treachery and political intrigue populated by larger-than-life characters. Reich evokes the fascinating world that existed between the hot war and the cold war - he is a master of atmosphere and detail' Nelson DeMille, bestselling author of PLUM ISLAND and THE LION'S GAME
THE RUNNER is a wonderful novel, a sophisticated story of conspiracy, treachery and political intrigue populated by larger-than-life characters (NELSON DEMILLE)
Extremely entertaining (SHOWTIME)
'Reich, whose first novel NUMBERED ACCOUNT (1998) met with critical and popular success, presents a new work that's equally consuming... His intimate knowledge of international intrigue presents the reader with a genuine insider's look at historical diplomacy, reminiscent of le Carre. There should be big demand for this one' Booklist
[Reich's] intimate knowledge of international intrigue presents the reader with a genuine insider's look at historical diplomacy, reminiscent of le Carre. There should be big demand for this one (BOOKLIST)
'A thriller that takes your breath away' Northern Echo
Moves along smartly, Reich brings to life...the despairing postwar atmosphere of Germany in smoking ruins...with many sharply observant touches (PUBLISHERS WEEKLY)
'THE RUNNER is a fast-paced and compelling game of cat and mouse' Yorkshire Evening Press
'A fast-paced, tightly written, exciting thriller that has an excellent, powerful plot and a great hook that really grabs you' South Wales Argus
This is thriller writing on a grand scale...like Jack Higgins of Frederick Forsyth (DENVER POST)
'Moves along smartly, Reich brings to life...the despairing postwar atmosphere of Germany in smoking ruins...with many sharply observant touches' Publishers Weekly
'A fascinating book for anyone interested in exploring the postwar world, or the forces that drive men to seek both revenge and personal redemption' Atlanta Journal-Constitution (Georgia)
'The author of NUMBERED ACCOUNT...has another winner. The descriptive prose is different, effective and marches to a rare cadence. Passages fly by, and the author has a unique way of placing the reader at exact locations in Germany with his brief but realistic descriptions. The author packs a lot of history, geography, and action into short chapters. The man tells a great story' The Pilot
'This old-fashioned spy thriller stays terrific through the last page' Kansas City Star
'This intriguing story of vengeance combines the fierceness of war with the sophistication of politics' American Way
'An excellent work of historical fiction. Fast paced, filled with action' Midwest Book Review
''Move over, Jack Higgins and Robert Ludlum. Reich has grabbed hold of your genre and made it sing' Biddeford (Saco, Maine) Journal Tribune
'This is thriller writing on a grand scale...like Jack Higgins or Frederick Forsyth. It is to Reich's credit that he gives the White Lion character traits that make it easy to understand why his fellow Germans admire him and are willing to help him in his escape and mission' Denver Post
'Reich...makes it work so well as both a countdown and a revenge thriller. It also has one of the most audacious twists ever tacked on to the end of an already satisying story. Reich's debut novel, NUMBERED ACCOUNT, was a critical and commercial success, and this promises more of the same. It has the same combination of suspense, atmosphere, sharply etched characters and historical juncture. Extremely entertaining' Showtime
'Reich has written a hefty thriller, authentic-seeming in historic fact and melodramatic in plot and speech. It's as irresistible as a big postwar Technicolour movie, where you never forget that those swaggering folk on the screen are only actors but you can't stop watching them' Wall Street Journal
'Historical truth lies at the heart of THE RUNNER, whose first novel, NUMBERED ACCOUNT, enjoyed a long run on the bestseller list. THE RUNNER shows that he can just as imaginatively milk the past. Reich skillfully keeps us guessing' Chicago Sun-Times
'A fast-paced exciting novel. It brings to life a picture of post-war Germany that is very detailed and historically correct. He weaves historical figures of the time into the story, making it totally believable and credible. THE RUNNER is only Christopher Reich's second novel, and already he writes like a seasoned pro. THE RUNNER will no doubt stay on the best-seller list for quite some time' Times Record News
'A pleasingly dramatic thriller' SX
'An original and highly inventive thriller' Mail on Sunday
Irresistible (WALL STREET JOURNAL)
'THE RUNNER is a wonderful novel, a sophisticated story of conspiracy, treachery and political intrigue populated by larger-than-life characters. Reich evokes the fascinating world that existed between the hot war and the cold war - he is a master of atmosphere and detail' Nelson DeMille, bestselling author of PLUM ISLAND and THE LION'S GAME
THE RUNNER is a wonderful novel, a sophisticated story of conspiracy, treachery and political intrigue populated by larger-than-life characters (NELSON DEMILLE)
Extremely entertaining (SHOWTIME)
'Reich, whose first novel NUMBERED ACCOUNT (1998) met with critical and popular success, presents a new work that's equally consuming... His intimate knowledge of international intrigue presents the reader with a genuine insider's look at historical diplomacy, reminiscent of le Carre. There should be big demand for this one' Booklist
[Reich's] intimate knowledge of international intrigue presents the reader with a genuine insider's look at historical diplomacy, reminiscent of le Carre. There should be big demand for this one (BOOKLIST)
'A thriller that takes your breath away' Northern Echo
Moves along smartly, Reich brings to life...the despairing postwar atmosphere of Germany in smoking ruins...with many sharply observant touches (PUBLISHERS WEEKLY)
'THE RUNNER is a fast-paced and compelling game of cat and mouse' Yorkshire Evening Press
'A fast-paced, tightly written, exciting thriller that has an excellent, powerful plot and a great hook that really grabs you' South Wales Argus
This is thriller writing on a grand scale...like Jack Higgins of Frederick Forsyth (DENVER POST)
'Moves along smartly, Reich brings to life...the despairing postwar atmosphere of Germany in smoking ruins...with many sharply observant touches' Publishers Weekly
'A fascinating book for anyone interested in exploring the postwar world, or the forces that drive men to seek both revenge and personal redemption' Atlanta Journal-Constitution (Georgia)
'The author of NUMBERED ACCOUNT...has another winner. The descriptive prose is different, effective and marches to a rare cadence. Passages fly by, and the author has a unique way of placing the reader at exact locations in Germany with his brief but realistic descriptions. The author packs a lot of history, geography, and action into short chapters. The man tells a great story' The Pilot
'This old-fashioned spy thriller stays terrific through the last page' Kansas City Star
'This intriguing story of vengeance combines the fierceness of war with the sophistication of politics' American Way
'An excellent work of historical fiction. Fast paced, filled with action' Midwest Book Review
''Move over, Jack Higgins and Robert Ludlum. Reich has grabbed hold of your genre and made it sing' Biddeford (Saco, Maine) Journal Tribune
'This is thriller writing on a grand scale...like Jack Higgins or Frederick Forsyth. It is to Reich's credit that he gives the White Lion character traits that make it easy to understand why his fellow Germans admire him and are willing to help him in his escape and mission' Denver Post
'Reich...makes it work so well as both a countdown and a revenge thriller. It also has one of the most audacious twists ever tacked on to the end of an already satisying story. Reich's debut novel, NUMBERED ACCOUNT, was a critical and commercial success, and this promises more of the same. It has the same combination of suspense, atmosphere, sharply etched characters and historical juncture. Extremely entertaining' Showtime
'Reich has written a hefty thriller, authentic-seeming in historic fact and melodramatic in plot and speech. It's as irresistible as a big postwar Technicolour movie, where you never forget that those swaggering folk on the screen are only actors but you can't stop watching them' Wall Street Journal
'Historical truth lies at the heart of THE RUNNER, whose first novel, NUMBERED ACCOUNT, enjoyed a long run on the bestseller list. THE RUNNER shows that he can just as imaginatively milk the past. Reich skillfully keeps us guessing' Chicago Sun-Times
'A fast-paced exciting novel. It brings to life a picture of post-war Germany that is very detailed and historically correct. He weaves historical figures of the time into the story, making it totally believable and credible. THE RUNNER is only Christopher Reich's second novel, and already he writes like a seasoned pro. THE RUNNER will no doubt stay on the best-seller list for quite some time' Times Record News
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