In the sparkling waters off Mar del Plata, Argentina, a submarine's prow breaks the surface.
Up comes the U-977, commanded by Captain Heinz Schffer.
There was nothing significantly sexy about the man.
Except for his obsessive neatness and peculiarly white, well-shaped hands, he was unremarkable to the point of ordinariness--a man of about five feet, nine inches, with a clear skin, fine dark hair and gold-filled teeth.
Derek knew that Adolf Hitler, now the head of state, made a habit of stopping at tea rooms in Munich whenever he drove from his retreat at Berchtesgaden back to Berlin.