The lake was flat and calm with barely a ripple; its dark waters glistening, reflecting the moonlight as though it were a mirror.
Fritz Marschall knew that neither he, nor his friend, should really have been there. They, like many others before them, had been attracted to the lake by the many rumors that had been circulating. He thought of the endless stories there had been, of treasures sunken in or buried around the lake. He recalled the stories of the lake being used to develop torpedoes and rockets during the war. Looking out across the dark water, he wondered what secrets were hidden beneath the surface.
A story of the search for hidden Nazi gold, a story of murder, blackmail, and revenge
The story of two men: an American GI and an SS major