Reinhardt is back in Berlin in 1947 and assigned to his old job as a detective at Kripo. He unearths a serial killer tracking down men from a particular Luftwaffe fighter squadron group. Back and forth across the divided city, he works the issue and bumps up against all of the Allied powers and various Germans pursuing different agendas. Somehow, he overcomes the odds, finds his man but loses him to the tumult of post-war Berlin.
Novels like this appeal to me because they shed light on topics of history I've not come across. Here, for instance, the author goes into great detail on the contretemps among the occupying forces on just about anything they can argue about. Similarly, there were veterans willing to move on and those hoping for some sort of restoration. Veterans of both world wars lost their pensions and their families lost any survivor benefits. Returnees from the east were shunned because they all seemed so haunted by Soviet captivity. Perhaps the most intriguing bit of information is that there was no glare or reflection in post-war Berlin. There was virtually no glass intact in any building.
Even though I've enjoyed these three novels this summer, I really wouldn't recommend them. As I said above and in the two earlier comments, there's a ton of historical background information that I find fascinating. But the books are too long and the plotting too convoluted.
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