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million dollars and his freedom, along with a high-ranking job with Schultz Industries.
    Heinrich Schultz never had to pay up, however, as no one had ever survived the hunt. To date, there had been over four dozen hunts and at least three hundred homeless men had been killed. Heinrich was fuzzy on the numbers because he never really kept count, nor did he care what they were. The people who were being killed in his tropical paradise were of no consequence to him, and however they spent their last days on earth was entirely their problem.
    He smiled as he looked down at Herman and thought how wonderful his life had been. In spite of the shame that his family had suffered as a result of his uncle and his cross-dressing Führer, the Schultz family, formerly the Görings, had made a very nice life for themselves in America and laughed about it when they got together for family reunions, weddings, and the like. Heinrich was proud of what they had accomplished in their ruse to blend in among the Americans, and he relished the fact that their deception had been so thoroughly believed and accepted.
    He turned and looked at his Man of the Year award that had been given to him by the Jewish Defense League and allowed a brief chuckle to escape his broad mouth. Everyone had been so successfully fooled by his outward persona that they had absolutely no idea of the horror of a man he was capable of being, the violence he could unleash, and the unenviable night of having to listen to him croon his favorite hits from the fifties when the mood struck.
    Now he was faced with a new problem because, for the first time, his charm had not won the day, and he did not know how to respond to this uncomfortable feeling. Never before had a person whom he had reached out to been invited to his personal office, welcomed with the prospect of unspeakable wealth, and even allowed to play with his cat, only to insult him and leave the building without Heinrich getting exactly what he wanted.
    Jeffrey David Rothstein had insulted the man, had insulted his idea, and even worse, insulted his cat. It was not something that Heinrich was used to experiencing, and it was certainly not a feeling that he enjoyed.
    As he watched the traffic moving along quietly below him, he suddenly thought that defeating Jeffrey at his own game was not going to be enough. It was one thing to see to it that Jacob Stone stole an unfinished manuscript and then rewrote it into the dream that was Kristallnacht and Noel ; he would have to go beyond ruining the man’s future prospects and destroy his reputation among the Broadway elite, and he would have to crush what was left of his life. There was no going halfway on this; it was all or nothing at all.
    Once he had successfully seen his vision brought to life in an award-winning play, he would focus his attention on Jeffrey and see to it that he became the first celebrity contestant in his great hunt on the island. That should fetch even more than the usual ten thousand a night. For the thrill of killing a man who was at the top of his field, he could quadruple the fee.
    Jeffrey had no idea what was in store for him. His arrogance would be his downfall, and there was no getting around it. All he had to do was see to it that Stone was the man for the job and up to the task for which he had been hired, but there always needed to be a backup plan, and Heinrich had just the man in mind. He had not worked with him in years, not since boarding school, but he was certain he would bring that little extra something that perhaps Jacob would need if he became stuck while rewriting the manuscript and required some creative motivation.
    He bent down and lifted Herman into his arms and nuzzled him gently with his nose and walked back over to his desk. He pushed the intercom button that rested quietly there and told his secretary to get him Mendel Fujikawa.

Chapter Four: To Catch a Hit
     
    Jeffrey and Rachel were safely away in the Caribbean, and