Carter and Kinch had been all over town checking out places and possible hiding spots looking for Hochstetter and Angie. They had no luck and decided to go to the hotel and make sure LeBeau and Lisal were all right.

"What have you found?" Lisal asked with eagerness in her voice as the men entered the suite. They'd not heard anything in hours from either team.

"Absolutely nothing, wherever they are it's not easy to find," Kinch said dejectedly as he sat down in a chair.

"I'm sorry. It's my fault you're here. I should have never called Uncle Peter," Lisal responded pacing the floor.

"Why would you say that? You did the right thing calling," Carter said looking at her worriedly.

"Because I overreacted and didn't put it together until a little while ago. Mum is not in any danger, she's with my father," Lisal answered shocking all three of her uncles'.

"Mon cher, why would you think that?" LeBeau asked standing up excitedly.

"Mum has lied to us all our lives saying that father died in the war. I wish I had realized when I meet him this morning who he was. I could tell he was a good man, someone that I'd want to get to know. It's mum who has a lot of explaining to do," Lisal replied with a hint of deep anger.

"You're right. The man you met is your father. But he's not who you think he is. Both of them will need to explain the whys to you and your brother. How did you know who Hochstetter was?" Kinch tried to calm her. He never agreed with Angie's decision to hide who their father was from them, but he never went against her wishes until now.

"Lisal Hochstetter has a nice ring about it. I didn't know his real last name until now," she said as she opened her mum's wallet and took out a faded photo from a hidden pocket. "I've always known that this was my father, and he looks just like Wolfie. I began to suspect he wasn't really dead a few years ago. When I had my art on tour last year, my agent only wanted me to go to two or three Germany cities, but I insisted on all six because I hoped to find something out about him. Unfortunately I didn't learn anything." She gently caressed the picture before putting it back. "I know he must have done some bad things in the war, horrid even. However, he's my father and I deserve a chance to get to know him. Mum had no right to keep the truth from us after we were grown."

"You better be glad you didn't find anyone who knew him. He's a dangerous man and it was all we could do…" LeBeau started excitedly speaking before Kinch gave him a stern look not to explain. It wasn't their place to go into all of that. Right now they had to keep Lisal safe.

"Do what? He was a German soldier so of course he was dangerous. He was the enemy. But he is no longer the enemy. Germany is an Allied country. I don't care what he did before, as that was over twenty years ago. The war trials are long over and my father isn't leaving here unless he decides he wants to on his own free will." The determination in her eyes reminded them of her mother. LeBeau rolled his eyes, what was it about Hochstetter that the Burke women always stood up for him? He would never understand.

Braun's House

As the bullet impacted, Hogan dropped to the ground. Newkirk dove for cover when he saw what had occurred. The force of the shot propelled Braun over his desk. Dead. Before, he hit the furniture. Both men looked up to see Wolfgang peering through the window and then smiled to see his aim was true. Wolfgang walked into the house to make sure Hogan and Newkirk weren't injured by a man he'd hated all the years he known him. Neither had ever trusted the other, and Wolfgang would lose no sleep over taking him out. He knew Braun would have as easily killed him given the chance. Now, he had to come up with several cover stories, but he'd been well trained to think on his feet.

"Are you all right?" Wolfgang asked entering the den as he made a visual inspection to relieve his concern.

"We are. Thank you," Hogan said walking around the body to see if there was any information in the dead man's pockets they might use.

"I'd never been so glad to see anyone. I thought he was going to kill the Gov'nor for sure," Newkirk was shaking his head. "Wasn't he Gestapo? Braun, that name seems familiar to me for some reason."

Looking at the id found in his wallet, Hogan read the name as Raban Brown. He agreed with Newkirk the name was familiar.

Wolfgang said he was on the wanted list for atrocities carried out during the war that he'd been on the priority list for many years, but it wasn't known if he was alive or not. He must have been hiding out in this area under the radar.

A piece of paper was sticking out from beneath the desk blotter and Newkirk gently pulled it out. "Jackpot! This has Hochstetter's weekend house address on it. I think we found what we came after gentlemen."

"Now we have to figure out how to deal with him." Hogan said indicating Braun's body. "We can't just leave him here."

"Let me take care of it, Uncle Rob. I'm officially here on business, so I'll call in a cleanup team and make sure matters are handled so no one is implicated. I think you should contact Kinch and have him pick you two up and go out to that address. I'm going to need our car to take care of this situation," Wolfgang said as he made sure the curtains were closed hiding the body.

Hogan made the call and the others were going to meet Hogan and Newkirk up the street in thirty minutes. Wolfgang wished them luck and said he'd be out at that address as soon as he could take care of some business. Then he left in the car heading directly out to Hochstetter's weekend house. He needed to get there before his uncles arrived. This morning when he watched his father and mum leave the hotel, he easily followed them out to the weekend place. He'd been hoping that as he kept his uncles turned around today, that they'd not run into Braun. He knew if they did that blood would be shed. Now, he had to explain to his father that he'd just shot and killed his long time friend. Eight years of planning had come down to today and everything had gone off perfectly, except for Braun. Wolfgang would never shed a tear for the man; they'd disliked each other since the day they meet.

Wolfgang was a teenager when he met his father face to face for the first time. He'd worked his entire childhood gathering information on where and who his father was. His two biggest aids in the search was reading the newspaper clipping Nimrod had showing his father's business being honored, and being able to get into his mother's safe. In it, he found the diary she'd kept about her time in Germany and the internal struggle she felt as she fell in love with the man who was her target. It wasn't a journal about her work there, but about the time they spent together and how he'd swept her heart away. She knew she would never disclose Nimrod's identity, but she couldn't keep lying to the man she loved. Angie desperately wanted to talk to Nimrod, only London wouldn't approve a meeting between them. She did try to reach him through the underground, but was unable. Then a couple of weeks later she learned she was pregnant. Only one course of action would keep them all alive. Although initially London refused to allow her return, they agreed when she explained that hers and Nimrod's identities were in jeopardy. Wolfgang doubted that anyone other than his mum and he, even knew the diary existed. Although he felt guilt for reading it, it was the only place he was going to get the information to find his father.

The winter of his sixteenth birthday, he went on holiday to Switzerland with the family of his best friend. It was perfect because the ski lodge was only a few kilometers from where a national beer competition was being held. Wolfgang and his friend, Caleb, took off the day they arrived making their way to the beer festival. After searching through the attendees, Wolfgang spotted his father in one of the tents set up for the honored competitors. Wolfgang watched him for nearly two hours summoning up the courage to actually talk to him. As he steeled himself and approached the tent, he ran into Braun who had noticed the teen earlier. He roughly pulled him into the room demanding to know his intentions. A few heated words were exchanged before Hochstetter came to the back to find out what the ruckus was about. Braun accused Wolfie, Jr. of being there to steal from them.

Wolfie faced his father and squared his shoulders before speaking. "You have caused my mum a lot of grief and pain over the years. I want some answers and I intend on defending her honor."

Hochstetter looked at the young man, he was family obviously, but which of kin's blood he didn't know. He thought none of his family knew he was alive or where he resided. The boy looked like he had at his age. "Braun, would you make sure we're not disturbed? I believe this young man and I have some personal business to discuss. It seems he's come a long way on an important mission. What is your name?" Hochstetter asked indicating for him to sit. He walked over and opened two soda waters handing one to the boy.

"My name is Wolfgang Burke, and my mum told us that you died in war. She says that so we don't ask why you never want anything to do with us. I want to know why. If you loved her…then…why have you left her with a broken heart?" Wolfie demanded pulling no punches. It had taken him a long time to decide what to say to his father and he knew his time was limited.

"Wait, you think I'm your father?" Hochstetter was taken aback that wasn't even on the list of possibilities running through his mind.

"I know you are, sir. I want to know why you have tarnished my mum's reputation."

"You're going to have to explain this to me. To my knowledge, I have no children and no woman whose honor would have been damaged. I thought maybe you were a cousin's child. Who is your mother?" Hochstetter looked at Wolfie like he'd lost his mind. Where did this boy come from?

"My mother is Angie Burke. She has a photo of the two of you together. I've brought it with me so I would know when I found you," Wolfie answered pulling out the photo of Hochstetter and Lisal.

Hochstetter took it from him and his face turned red. Standing up and yelling, "I don't know where you got this, but this isn't funny. Her name was Lisal and she died in the war. Whatever game you're playing, I'll make you pay for this!"

"My mum is not dead! You're the one who drove her away! I want to know why you didn't marry her," Wolfie stood up to match his father's stance. He pulled out another photo of him and his mum taken earlier in the month.

Hochstetter held the photo and couldn't pull his eyes away from Lisal. His beautiful Lisal was alive. His mind was racing. It couldn't be. She was dead. This child was British but Lisal was German. None of this made sense. He paced around the room. Was it even conceivable that Lisal might be alive? How and why? "Sh….she…she's alive?" He finally was able to ask. "Son, do not lie to me. I've only loved one woman in my life and her name was Lisal. These photos are of her. Tell me, is my precious Lisal alive?"

Wolfie was shocked by his father's questions and demeanor. "Of course mum is alive. I don't understand. You don't know about us?"

"Please let's sit and try this again as gentlemen. Obviously we have a lot to discuss. I take it you are my son and you've grown up in England. Please tell me about yourself and your mum," Hochstetter's eyes and voice were soft. His head was spinning and his heart felt like it had learned to beat again. They spent the better part of the afternoon talking, but Hochstetter didn't learn of his daughter, Lisal, until nearly eighteen months after his first meeting with his son. Since that first meeting, Wolfgang senior and junior met every few months with growing frequency in the last two years.

Wolfgang stopped just before pulling into his father's weekend home to prepare himself. How was he going to explain killing Hochstetter's close friend?