It had been Gertrud's very privately held opinion at the time that the issue would be resolved when Otto married Frau Erika von und zu Gossinger. Frau Erika had never married; she was called "frau" out of respect for the family's sensitivities. As a very young girl, Erika had made a mistake, with an American aviator of all people, the result of which was a boy, Christened Karl Wilhelm von und zu Gossinger. At the time, no one knew where the father was. Gertrud knew the Old Man could have found him if he wanted to, and concluded the Old Man had decided that no father at all was better, for the time being, than an American who might get his hands on Gossinger money.
The time being, in Gertrud's judgment, meant until the Old Man could arrange a marriage between his daughter and his assistant. He-everyone-knew that Otto Goerner was extraordinarily fond of Frau Erika and Little Karlchen, and that the Old Man thought Goerner would be both a good husband to Erika and a good father to his only grandson, whom he adored.
And once they were married, of course, it would be entirely appropriate for Otto Goerner, now a member of the family, to hold any position within the family firm.
The issue was resolved that year-but not in the way Gertrud hoped-when a tire blew on Wilhelm von und zu Gossinger's Mercedes as he and his father were on their way home from Kassel. The police estimated the car was traveling in excess of 220 kilometers per hour when it crashed through the guardrails of a bridge on the A7 Autobahn and fell ninety meters into the ravine below.
That meant that Frau Erika became just about the sole stockholder of Gossinger Beteiligungsgesellschaft, G.m.b.H. What shares she did not now own were in a trust fund the Old Man had set up for Karlchen, who was then twelve. As expected, Otto Goerner became the managing director of the firm. Frau Gertrud believed it was now simply a matter of waiting for an appropriate period of time of mourning-say, six months-to pass before Frau Erika married Otto.
That didn't happen, either. Frau Erika was diagnosed with terminal pancreatic cancer. She turned to the U.S. Army to find Little Karlchen's father. He was located in the National Cemetery in San Antonio, Texas, under a tombstone on which was carved a representation of the Medal of Honor.
His family was located, too, and to Frau Gertrud it seemed that the Gossinger empire was about to pass into the hands of a Texas family of Mexican extraction, and that Poor Little Karlchen was about to be moved from the family mansion-Haus im Wald-in Bad Hersfeld to an adobe shack on the Texas desert, where his newly found grandfather would doze in the sun with his sombrero over his eyes as flies buzzed around him.
That didn't happen, either. Less than twenty-four hours after she learned that her son had left a love child behind him in Germany, Dona Alicia Castillo was at the door of the House in Woods, where she told Frau Erika she had come to take care of her and the boy. She was shortly followed by Don Fernando Castillo, her husband, Little Karlchen's grandfather, and President and chief executive officer of Castillo Enterprises, Inc. When Gertrud turned to Standard amp; Poor's to see exactly what that was, she learned that Castillo Enterprises, Inc., was a privately held corporation with estimated assets worth approximately 2.3 times those of Gossinger Beteiligungsgesellschaft, G.m.b.H.
Two weeks before Frau Erika died, Don Fernando Castillo took Little Karlchen, now renamed Carlos Guillermo Castillo, to Texas, and left "for the time being, until I can get a handle on what's what" Otto Goerner as managing director of Gossinger Beteiligungsgesellschaft, G.m.b.H.
"For the time being" lasted until C. G. Castillo came into his inheritance at twenty-one-shortly before he graduated from the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. One of his first official acts in his role as sole stockholder of Gossinger Beteiligungsgesellschaft, G.m.b.H., was to negotiate a lifelong contract with Otto Goerner to serve as managing director. It provided for an annual salary and a percentage of the profits. "Guten morgen, Gertrud," Otto Goerner said as he walked into his office. He was a tall, heavyset, ruddy-faced man who many people thought was a Bavarian.
"Karlchen just called," Frau Schroeder said.
"Why didn't you tell him to call me in the car?"
"He's coming here. Him and Fernando and two others."
"He say why?"
"He said he wants to show you-at the Haus im Wald-a new satellite phone he says you'll probably want to buy for all our foreign correspondents."
"Gott!"
"We got a charge for him and three others for last night at the Crillon," Frau Schroeder announced.
It was Frau Schroeder's custom, as her first or second order of business, to daily check the charges Karl W. Gossinger had made against his Tages Zeitung American Express card. It let the both of them know where he was.
"The one in Paris?"
She nodded. "And he still has rooms-maybe just one-in the Four Seasons in Buenos Aires."
"I wonder what our Karlchen is up to?"
"You could ask him."
"We've been over this before, Gertrud. If I ask him something, I'm likely to get an answer that I really don't want to hear."
Gertrud didn't reply.
"A new satellite phone? What the hell is that all about?" Goerner asked.
"Since you're not going to ask him, we'll probably never know," she said.
"Did he say when he's-when they are coming?"
"Today."
"He say what flight they'll be on? And can I make it to Rhine-Main in time to meet it?"
"He said they have Fernando's airplane, and are going to Leipzig-Halle."
"They flew across the Atlantic in that little jet?"
"Is that one of those questions you really don't want the answer to?"
"Another one is 'why Leipzig?' The last I heard, Frankfurt is much closer to Paris."
"We never know what our Karlchen is up to, do we?"
"Really up to," Goerner said. "As opposed to what he says he is. So when do they get to Leipzig?"
"He said it would probably take them an hour and a half to get out of Paris, and that it's a little more than an hour's flight to Leipzig-Halle. That was ten minutes ago, so they should arrive between ten-thirty and eleven."
"If I leave right now, and drive very dangerously, I might be able to meet them."
"Can you get them all in your car?" she asked.
"Probably not," he said. "If they have much luggage, no. We'll just have to rent a car at the airport."
"Or I could drive over there in my car."
"Why would you want to do that?"
"The last time he was in here, I had maybe two whole minutes alone with him."
"Don't let me forget to call my wife and tell her they're coming," Goerner said. [THREE] Flughafen Leipzig-Halle 1040 27 July 2005 "My God!" Castillo greeted Goerner and Schroeder. "Who's minding the store?"
He kissed Frau Schroeder wetly on the forehead.
"Ach, Karlchen!" she said.
"Where's your friends?" Goerner asked.
"Going through immigration. We Germans can't be too careful about what Americans we let into the country, you know."
"I don't think that's very funny, Karl," Goerner said.
"Neither do I," Castillo said. "But the facts are that as a good German, I got waved through, and my friends are being very carefully examined by the authorities."
"Just who are your friends?"
"One is an Air Force colonel and the other is a Special Forces sergeant."
"I won't ask you what they're doing here because I don't think you would tell me the truth, and even if you did, I don't think I would want to know."
"I'll tell you. We are looking into the oil-for-food scandal."
"We already have people on that story."
"And I want to talk to them, especially the guy who covered the murder of M'sieu Douchon in Vienna. And I want to hear more about what the Alte Marburgers were saying about sanctuary-"
"I don't think we should have this conversation here, Karl, do you?" Goerner interrupted.