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half expecting you to ask her in any way, it won’t take her long to get here,”

      “OK, do that, while I study this stuff, this is incredible,”

      I continued to read the papers one at a time, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, I hadn’t heard even the tiniest rumour about this, so I was shocked by what I was reading, and, if it were true it meant the world has been and is continuing to be lied to. One by one I read each document and turned them over to the left, as I’m lefthanded, to keep it all in the same order.

      What was unfolding on my desk was altering history as I knew it. I’m no historian, I never had much interest at school, because my history teacher was quite possibly the most boring teacher I had. He tried to get me to absorb into my brain names and dates about what seemed to me to be quite irrelevant things. Things from the past that can’t be changed, they’ve happened, nothing can be done to change it, so why worry about it. Now I see how history is important and this file was changing it. We’ve all been lied to. What I knew then about the Second World War I could write on a matchbox, but since school, and because I’m involved in creating history in my job of Intelligence Officer, I’d taken some interest. I’d watched a few documentaries on television, but I’d still not read much. I had a small idea of how the war had ended.

      What I was reading now meant all history books on this subject had to be thrown in the bin. The files I was reading were some reports of sightings, some reports of witnesses, reports of interviews with witnesses, and a few pictures offering proof, nearly all of which were CIA, one or two were British pages too, which meant the British were for some reason involved in this.

      According to these documents, Hitler was alive, alive and living in Argentina, but also having travelled via other countries such as Columbia and Chile. He had not died in Berlin by his own hand as we are told in history lessons, books and documentaries. Hitler and his wife Eva Braun were possibly using the surname Shüttelmayer.

      By the time I read most of the stuff in front of me, Jenny had arrived. Karen brought her through into my office. She looked quite cute, dressed in a black tracksuit quite tight-fitting that showed her figure off well. About 5’3” tall, curvy in all the right places, obviously fit from working out, her body was tight and slightly muscular. She was attractive, with short one-inch long black hair, she had an enviable complexion with no moles or imperfections and a slight natural tan that indicated to me there was a Mediterranean heritage in her somewhere. I would be quite attracted to her if I weren’t in love with Karen.

      After greetings, I invited her to sit at my desk and Karen sat on the sofa to support Jenny.

      “Am I going to be in trouble for this?” she asked nervously.

      Karen jumped into the conversation before I could speak

      “Jenny you can trust Andy,”

      “Jenny you realise by removing this file you have committed a crime, you’ve effectively stolen the file even though it’s still in the building. But I want you to know, if you have a concern you can trust me, and if you are asking for my help, if I can, I will, I’ll try to resolve whatever your problem is with this. Nothing said in this office ever leaves this office ok?”

      “Ok,” Jenny wasn’t completely at ease with my reassurance. We had met before of course, and we had chatted before, but the poor girl was concerned by her actions.

      “Tea or coffee?” I asked her, I continued to try to reassure her that I was on her side, but I was simply trying to get her to tell all she knew and then I’d decide if she was right or wrong.

      “No, thank you, I thought I would go down to the gym and have a work out while I’m here, so no,” which explained her outfit.

      “So what’s your problem, I have read the contents and I have to say I am shocked myself. What do you want me to do and what resolution are you looking for? How do you want this to end? You are in Double D right?” Jenny, “What?”

      Me, “Double D”

      Jenny, “What?”

      Me, “Karen told me”

      Jenny, “You’ve been discussing my boobs?”

      Me, “No”

      “Yes” Karen said at the same time

      Jenny “What?”

      Karen, trying to prolong the comedy

      “He’s finding it difficult to say, it’s on the tip of his tongue”

      Jenny, “What?”

      Me, “Karen stop it!”

      Karen, “Boobs, tip of the tongue”

      Me, “What?”

      Jenny, “You’re playing with me”

      Karen, “I’m sure he’d love to”

      Me, “What?” Jenny at the same moment “What?” Karen “Play with you, I’m sure he’d love to play with you”

      Me “Stop it, Karen”

      Karen to me “Just ask, I’m sure Jenny will oblige”

      Me “No, stop, get out, go to your room, bad girl!” I pointed to Karen’s room through the door indicating she should leave now.

      Any other time I’d have gone along with the comedy sketch, but right now wasn’t the right moment at all. Jenny obviously had a problem with this folder and it should be taken seriously, Karen’s sense of humour was one reason why I loved her so much but now wasn’t the time. Two sexy women and discussing boobs has to be on the agenda for another day.

      “Tell me first why this file hasn’t been signed out?” I asked Jenny, we were now alone together as Karen did as she was told, walking away she sat at her desk with a dead straight back and pretending to type in the air with her hands like a good secretary, nose up in the air. Signalling she wasn’t at all bothered by my demand for sensibility to return. Fun is always encouraged in my office.

      Jenny began,

      “The files arrive in the Digitalisation Department, or Double D room, as you put it, by trolley, there is a runner who fetches and returns the trollies loaded with boxes of the files. We take a box, do what we have to do to transfer to the computer, put everything back into the box exactly as it was, the box is returned to a pile for the runner to return a loaded trolley to the filing room. Nothing is signed in or out, other than a dated label that shows the box has been digitalised. It would be far too complicated and time consuming to sign everything in and out.”

      “I see, but this file has no record of ever being created or updated, yet the documents inside are from different locations and dates,” I said.

      Jenny continued, “Yes this folder is very different from any other I’ve seen, there is no coherence and everything is a mishmash of origination.”

      I questioned,

      “Do you think it’s been put together deliberately for you to find?”

      “I have no idea” Jenny replied

      “So, what do you want me to do, and what resolution are you looking for?” I asked

      “My family were persecuted by the Nazis, my Grandfather was gassed with his brother, it means too much to me to ignore. I’d like to know the truth, for my family, I want the truth, I saw this file, read it and I want answers.”

      “But we can’t reveal any of the secrets contained in this folder,” I pointed out to her still not knowing what I could do for her.

      “May I ask if you could try to find the truth, please? I think by looking into this you will find the resolution yourself. You will realise what needs to be done about this,” Jenny asked slightly begging in her tone.

      “Ok, here’s what I will do, but of course I make no promises. If I find a truth that I think you should know, I will tell you. I can’t do this

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