Page 39 of Risky Obsession

“Not what you were expecting?”

She shook her head. “Don’t really know what I was expecting.”

“At least she served some time.” I shrugged. “Goering was sentenced to death by hanging, but took a cyanide pill the night before he was to be executed.”

“Gutless bastard.” The venom in her tone was passionate. “I prefer assholes to pay for their crimes.” She swept her hair behind her ear, showing off another tiny earring at the top of her ear. “Do you know how many castles Goering owned?” she asked.

“Too many.”

“Yes, you have that right. He owned seventeen properties. Three of them were castles.”

“Seventeen.” I shook my head. “What about Emmy? How much property did she own?”

“According to Dad’s notes, just the one in Hamburg.”

“Okay, let’s assume you’re right about Emmy being involved in the gold bars,” I said. “What else do we know about her movements during that time?”

She adjusted the Velcro strap on her splint. “Not a lot off the top of my head. But there was one thing that caught my attention, a brief mention of her visiting Rominten.”

“Rominten?” I echoed. It annoyed me that I’d missed that castle and the reference to Emmyhall in my research. “What was she doing there?”

“Rominten Hunting Estate was frequently visited by high-ranking Nazis, including Hitler, Goering, and their wives, although they apparently hated each other.”

I raised an eyebrow, impressed by her knowledge. Tory continued to surprise me. Sitting next to me without any makeup, and wearing that casual tracksuit, she was more beautiful than any woman I’d ever met.

“If Emmy went to Rominten, it’s possible the gold went there too,” I said.

“Agreed. Especially as Goering used Rominten Hunting Lodge as a storage site for some of his looted treasures.” Tory’s eyes seemed to twinkle in the dull lights.

She’s enjoying this.

I sure was, but it was more because of her than putting these clues together.

“Interesting.” My mind raced with the possibilities of where our combined knowledge could take us. “But surely that castle has been thoroughly searched in the last eighty years, especially if it was known he stored looted treasures.”

“I agree, but let’s use your pops’ painting as an example. If you hadn’t felt the canvas of that ugly painting, it could have hung on a wall for centuries before someone tossed it out one day.”

I frowned. “Okay, then Rominten is a logical place to start. Let’s see if we can find out more about what happened there during the war. A good place to start would be if train tracks lead to the castle.”

“Good question.” She adjusted her position on the bed, and her perky boobs wobbled.

It took all my effort to keep my eyes on hers. “We’ll track down any records or maps that show the layout of the railway system and see if we can find one leading to the castle.”

“Where’s the best place to find old train line maps? Is there a library near here, or archive storage?”

I pulled my phone closer. “I’ll take a look.”

Tory clicked her fingers. “We could start with the antique fair tomorrow. Maybe we’ll find something or someone there.”

“Ha. Genius. I love antique fairs.”

Tory’s stunning smile seemed to light up our dim room. “As long as you keep focused.”

I wriggled my brows. Now that was a hard ask when my partner was smoking hot, and braless.

“No promises. Shiny artifacts can be very distracting.”

Just like Tory.