S1-E03: The Man of 100 Identities

Dr saraphile To. I am a visiting assistant professor currently at the Ackerman Center for Holocaust Studies at the University of Texas at Dallas. Dr Valenti studies the legacy of World War Two in the Holocaust in Brazil. In other words, she definitely studies Herbert Sukers. I asked Dr Valenti about this magazine article. Suckers allowed himself to be interviewed for She explained how it completely whitewashes Zuker's Nazi passed. The article talks about the family story, how they were poor

war refugees. It identifies them as war refugees who all of the sudden four years are not massively successful. It talks about his beautiful Arian children literally against the backdrop of the famous sugirl of mountains of Rio de Janato, and this article really praises him and how quickly it says, you know, a family from Latvia flees from the horrors of war lands in Rio on Carnival Sunday, sells a

small camera and rebuilds their future. It was five pages long, and it showed the beautiful life that the Zuker's family had carved out for themselves since leaving Latvia and settling in Rio. The Zookers, they look like actors in the nineteen fifties speech movie. One of the things that really resonates, especially when we see the descriptions of the children and the photographs of the children, especially the photograph of the daughter. She has this kind of little bikini top on and

she's this beautiful girl with blond hair. The family is quite, you know, physically, esthetically speaking, beautiful, right. There is something that is desirable about their look, their ability to raise themselves up, and they're great contributions to the country. And the description is very much this idea of you know, these are the kinds of people we want in this country. Herbert Sukers came across as a go getter who built

up a nice business from nothing. He is described as this embodiment of tenacity, this very industrious man who is bringing new type of technology for water skiing, which is something that Brazilians had only seen in films at that time, and here he is creating this kind of new recreational sport. But the article went further. It said that Zukers should be an inspiration. Here was a guy who would face war and exile, gone through extreme poverty, and yet was

succeeding when all seems lost. The story read the human species can find within itself the same energies and ability to forget the past and reshape its own destiny. It was such a great story. Who was going to prove it wrong? Well? By this time, years after World War Two, it was a small group of Nazi hunters who were on Suckers trail. They knew he was a monster, but they had to prove bit. What if they announced the world that they'd located the statistic killer, the Butcher of Latvia,

and then found out it was the wrong guy. It would set the entire cause back, would be a blow to Jewish activists everywhere, It would be a disaster. They had to be right. I'm Stephen Talty and this is good assassin's hunting the butcher. So the first was so fine and not end moving forwards, rival the second promine

and large killing. We must thwart this shameful pass, the end of a trail of blood and horror, the end of a man whose name will be written in information every step but to be closer to Joker stock And it was the inevitive, be face to face and counts. Episode three, The Man of one Hundred Identities. I don't know if you're a fan of the nine movie Marathon Man,

but it's one of my favorites. It's about an escape Nazi played by the famous British actor Lawrence Olivier, who comes to New York years after the war to retrieve some diamonds. Of course, he's terrified being discovered and arrested or even killed, so he goes to great lengths to ensure that he won't be identified. There's a famous scene where Olivier's character tortures the young Dustin Hoffman, who plays the brother of a ci age. The Nazi asked him over and over, is it safe? Is it safe? It's

one of the great thriller scenes. If you haven't watched it, you owe it to yourself to check it out. But Marathon Man also makes an interesting point that relates to our story. Why is this escaped Nazi character so afraid of exposing himself? In part, it's because he's in New York City and he has to go to the neighborhood known as the Diamond District. The Diamond District is where thousands of Jewish merchants work even today. In the seventies, which is when the movie set, it would have been

hundreds of Holocaust survivors there. That's why Olivier's character is afraid because in a time before the Internet or Google or social media, the best way of identifying an escape Nazi was through an eye witness, someone who knew him, someone who could recognize him. For Nazi on the run, New York was one of the most dangerous cities in the world because people there would remember his face and

those people do all the terrible things he'd done. So in the vie, the Nazi gets the Diamonds and he's walking down the street. He's feeling good. Then an older woman spots him. She can't believe what she's seeing, this monster actually right in front of her. It's like a memory from a different world. She starts screaming his name. She follows him, shouting and calling for help, and he

almost gets caught. But this is the difference between the Diamond District in New York City and Rio, where Zukers was living at the time. There was a significant Jewish community in Rio, some of whom Zukers had already met, but very few Holocaust survivors and almost none from Latvia. From seven to nineteen fifty, Brazil had a secret policy that denied visas to Jews fleeing Hitler. It turned away sixteen thousand requests Jewish refugees who wanted to immigrate there.

The reason simple anti Semitism. This secret policy cut down on the numbers who eventually were able to make it to Brazil. That's why the magazine article was such a mistake, because Okra zero was distributed far and wide, not only in Brazil but across South America, and the right people saw it. Or from Zuker's point of view, the wrong people. But before Zukers could be placed on a list, and before Massad and Mio could begin to track him down, zukers pursuers had to be sure he was the right guy.

Was this really the Butcher of Latvia? Maybe there was another Herbert Sukers. We had nothing to do with the Nazis. Maybe he was innocent. That was problem number one. Problem number two had to do with other people. By the early fifties, the world was starting to lose interests in Nazi war criminals. The few survivors and activists who saw the magazine article and thought this might be the Butcher contacted the authorities. They wrote the British Foreign Office, who

had prosecuted war criminals from Latvia. The British basically blew them off. The Cold War was underway, the Brits needed the Germans as allies. They were tired of the whole issue of the Holocaust. They wanted to move on. There were a small group of Jewish activists who didn't want to move on. They couldn't forget what they'd seen during the war. They dedicated their lives to finding people like the Butcher. These men and women were scattered around the

globe New York, Vienna, Tel Aviv. A few of them were famous. Simon Wiesenthal, the legendary Nazi hunter, was the most famous. That many were anonymous. Beginning in the mid nineteen forties, they spent their time writing letters to survivors, poring over archives, searching for clues. One committee of these Nazi hunters tried to get the Russians interested in the butcher. After all, Russia had taken over lab Via after the war,

surely they would do something. But the Russians said that the nation of Latvia no longer existed, so they couldn't prosecute anyone who committed crimes there. They washed their hands of the whole deal. So even if the Nazi hunters proved this guy in Brazil was the butcher, so what who was going to do something about it? The hunters decided to cross that bridge when they got to it. First they had to I D. Suckers confirmed he was the butcher. Then they would find someone to do something

about it. But again, no Google, no camera phones, how do you confirm this is the guy? So this is how they did it. Step one, they had to get photos of Herbert Suckers before the war. That was the starting point. But how a young man named Joseph Schneider went to the central Library in Riga, the capital of Latvia. We don't know a lot about Schneider. He may have been part of a Nazi hunter network, or he may have been asked to do a favor for a friend.

In any case, he went to the aviation section and started going through the newspaper archives. This was Herbert Suckers Achilles Heel. Most Nazis had been anonymous before the war, but Suckers had been a publicity hound. He loved the attention, so the young researcher started coming across articles on this brilliant young aviator. And along with the articles were photos. Here's Herbert Suckers in a leather coat. Is one of him in profile, smiling and smiling in a plane outside

the plane. There were tons of pictures. Great, but one problem. There were no xerox machines, not only in the regal library but anywhere. They weren't on the market yet, and the photos had to be copied so they could be compared to ones with the guy in rio. Schneider knew this. He came prepared. In his hand, he held a small razor blade, and when the librarian wasn't looking, he bent down and started cutting first one article, then the next.

He chose the ones with the clearest photos, and when he was done, he brought the bomb newspapers back to the desk. Then he walked out. In his pocket was the crucial evidence. Okay, step one was a success. They had a baseline photos of the man they knew to be Herbert Suckers. Now they needed pictures of the guy in Rio. If the two matched, they had their man. This part was a little harder. The Nazi hunters wrote

their contexts. In Brazil, a young man named Victor that's all we know about him his first name, agreed to try to get a current photo of Zukers. He went to the dock where the man from the magazine article was working. He asked the guy, who was wearing an old captain's hat, if you could take him and his friend on a boat tour of the lake. The man agreed, so Victor and his friend and this man who was

maybe Herbert Suckers got into the boat. Victory had brought along a camera, naturally, and he started taking shots of the scenery, water, skiers, sailors, he clicked whenever he saw something interesting, and then he turned and tried to get a shot of the mystery man and the captain sat but no, the guy was jumpy. Whenever Victor pointed the camera in his direction, he would duck down, or turn his head or look away. Victor could not believe it. He was taking all these photos and he hadn't gotten

a single decent shot of the guy. He always tried to hide his face, he later said. Finally, Victor took a few last shots as the boat returned to the dock. Once he had left the marina, Victor brought the roles of film to be developed, and he waited. When the photos were ready, he picked them up and they were pretty much as he thought, disappointing, but he sent them off to the Nazi hunters anyway. He said if they weren't good enough, he'd go back to the dock, this

time with a movie camera. The Nazi hunters got the photos, he sorted through them and found one they thought might work. It showed and Supers in profile as he was ducking down to avoid the camera. Not ideal, but worth a shot. The team took Victor's photo and put it next to one from the Regal Library, and they compared. Within a few minutes they had an answer. The man in the Captain's hat and the Latvian Lindburg were the same man.

They found the Butcher of Latvia. M h. If you're this far into the story, we're assuming you're enjoying Hunting the Butcher. If you're listening on Apple podcasts, would you be able to take a minute to give the show a rating and a review. Just find the show's page on Apple Podcasts, scrolled down to the section called Ratings and Reviews and tap one of those purple stars to give it a rating. Then tapped a little purple link that says write a review and leave a few words

about what you think of Hunting the Butcher. It really helps get the word out and let other listeners know about the podcast. Much appreciated. Now on with the show, an organization called the World Jewish Congress announced that the Butcher of Latvia had been found was living in Brazil, and despite the growing indifference towards the hunt for Nazis, it had an effect. There were headlines in Brazilian newspapers. Sucre's business was ruined. He had to move several times

to avoid angry protesters. Eventually he ended up in the city of sal Paolo, running another small boat rental business. This was not what Sucers had imagined for himself. His dreams of building a glorious new life in Brazil. They've been shattered. The Jews had seen to that. He was bitter, paranoid, and lonely, but he was still free. The efforts of the Nazi hunters had failed. They tried to get governments around the world to pay attention. They'd lobbied Brazil to

deport him. They'd asked America and Great Britain get involved. Nothing had worked. So in the mid sixties, Zukers was holding his own He still hoped for a grand third act of his life. He believed in himself. He just had to convince the world that he'd been misunderstood in order to get all the fame and the money back. That was the dream. We found some incredible tapes from a man named Jack Anderson. Anderson was a legendary and

controversial investigative reporter who died in two thousand five. Anderson's papers resided at George Washington University, and his personal archive of recordings have just recently been on sealed. This will be the first time anyone has heard these tapes, and they're striking. I'm an American newspaper man that just want to be interested in talking to some of these Nazis

and hearing their side of the story. Anderson traveled to Brazil in nineteen sixty to track down Nazi fugitives for an article he eventually published in Parade magazine, and that was his cover. Occurred to me that if they found Aikman, there are probably other war criminals down there in hiding. In fact, I knew there were other war criminals, and I thought it might even be possible to find a few. And I thought it would be a great story for Parade. So told Parade I was gonna go down and look

for him. It sounds unbelievable to just hop on a plane and go interview Nazis, but Anderson was good at his job, and he met a crucial contact at the airport immediately upon his arrival. I felt that there was a stroke of luck, and if I do say so myself, good reporting that I got him in a hurry. I just sold him on the idea that I was a friendly newspaper man who would like to talk to some of them. He got talking, he explained how they operated. Mario,

as I remember, was his name. His first name you're taking wasn't his real name. He had taken on a Brazilian name, had been a major in the s s and Uh was living a different life now as a airline employee. This lower level management guy, Anderson wanted a big exclusive and he came prepared. Before his trip. He contacted Simon Wiesenthal, and Visenthal sent him reams of research on all the Nazi fugitives he thought might be living there. But Anderson was focused, and he made a list of

the most infamous Nazis still at large. He wanted to find the next Aikman, and this man he was sitting with, Mario seemed to know them all. Told me about Mangle. He knew all about Mangley, but he said after the kidnapping him Mangley was in Buenos Aires in Argentina, and new right where he was said that he had fled though after the Aikemen kidnapping. That was after the big ones, and and he wasn't very helpful on any of the big ones. They were either inaccessible or they had disappeared

after the Aikman had scared them all into hiding. He said that they had a ring of a rather loose association of kind of co conspirators, people who were in the same boat and therefore helped one another. And then he told me about He said they had hideout deep in Brazil where they would go when they felt threatened when they were on the run. Anderson was hitting a wall after the very high profile kidnapping and trial of Aikman. Ex Nazis were more paranoid than ever. After all, they

weren't hiding. It made sense that they wouldn't want to talk to a quote unquote American newspaperman, no matter how friendly he claimed to be. But there was this one Nazi Mario brought up who sounded different from the rest. This Nazi wasn't on Anderson's radar and his name didn't even ring a bell. That led him to tell me about Suckers, who had three seaplanes on the lake outside of South Apollo. He said he ran his sightseeing business there, but he said he's very useful to us because he

can fly our people into the interior. So Suckers was a guy who flew who was a key guy in their operation, and if they needed quick because somebody needed a fast getaway into the interior Brazil, he would fly them into the seaplane. And apparently there were a series of lakes that he knew where to land on. He said Zookers was still operating, because Zookers was a lesser

war criminal, although much of a war criminal. Anderson made a mental note of the unusual name and reced back to his hotel to come through the research feast and Thal had given him. So I looked through these files, and happily I had a file on him. So I went over his file and decided he was a pretty bad son of the bits. The file I remember described how he on one occasion had locked Jews in a synagogue and then set it on fire and just burned

him alive in a synagogue. They told about Jews leaving in these big fat blue busses for the forest, and then they busses came back empty. So the assumption was that he was slaughtering him. And he was described in some of the Affi Davits. I saw three or four descriptions of him, and they were all this consistent. They described it as a big, stocky fellow who always wore out a leather jack and always carried his pistol in his back pocket. It was just curious place to carry

a pistol. And anyhow, he was brutal. They said that he was. One of his favorite pastimes was bursting in a Jews who had beautiful daughters twelve and one in the morning, and and HollyHood daughters off for his own pleasure and that kind of stuff. He was really and ugly, vicious, main son of a bitch. And so I said to Morrow, can you get through to him? Yes, he said he could. I said, would you arrange for me to go see him?

Tell him that I I just want to talk to him about his story, the harassment that he's under in that sort of made it sound as friendly as I could. Got the word back that he had agreed to see me later. I'll tell you about what Anderson encountered when he went to meet with Sukers. But meanwhile, Israel was focused on South America too, and the Nazi fugitives hiding out there. The Israeli government kept a list of important

Nazi criminals who had escaped justice. We don't know how many people were on it, but we do know a few of the more famous names. At A Bikman, one of the main architects of the Holocaust. The Massad captured him in nineteen sixty. He was put on trial and then executed two years later. Doctor Joseph Mengela, known as the Angel of Death, who had murdered Jewish children at Auschwitz and had conducted ghastly experiments on Jewish prisoners, was high up on the list, and after the article appeared

in the Brazilian magazine Zuker's had made it too. In the early nineties sixties, the Israelis became concerned about a possible amnesty for Nazis. Remember, the German government was seriously considering giving a free pass to Nazi murderers who hadn't been indicted yet. The Israelis wanted to stop this from happening at all costs, and they had decided to go

after a Nazi. A few months later, Armissad agent Mio was in Paris getting ready to assume the role of a lifetime He had left the apartment after his meeting with his boss, convinced that the mission was justified. He had target. Now he had to prepare to meet him, to befriend him. It's kind of a seduction. Mio had played his part to four a missions that made history. He was in Argentina for the most famous Massad operation of all, the nineteen six kidnapping of Adolf Aikman, one

of the senior organizers of the Nazi Holocaust. Neo had flown to South America, rented the cars the team used during the surveillance and the kidnapping. He'd actually guarded the Nazi and the apartment that Massad used before bundling Aikman out of Argentina and back to Israel. He'd studied Aikman closely. You have no idea what the small, nervous man he was, how he signed the document agreeing to be tried in Israel, and how he behaved this man who sent millions to

their death. So Mio had played a supporting role when it came to Aikman, but now he faced a much more confident, tough minded man, one who wouldn't go so quietly. He had to plan the mission himself without explicit directions from Massade headquarters, and for that you had to get inside the butcher's head, find out what he wanted discover his weak points. Who was the kind of an operation built for someone like Mia. If you want James Bond or Auto spy movies, you'll find a lot of cliches.

And the spy agent looks very very smart, very tall, beautiful into real life. Its other agents how very far away from this. Some of them looks like great people, little people behind the desk. And the mad Dad was even more than this. He was a mastermind. That's after Abraham, the ex massad agent who studied the Zuker's operation. He's talking about meals genius at playing roles. Like any good actor,

MEO's first thoughts were about looking the part. After leaving the apartment in Paris, he set out to become a different person. What Meo needed was a cover identity. He wasn't going to South America in heavy disguise, not exactly. He already looked a lot like the man he would be playing, the Austrian businessman Anton Kunsla. He didn't need to physically transform himself. But you have to understand that Meo wasn't just another operative. He truly saw it to

become the person he was portraying. My uncompromising perfectionism. Even that's the close of my own health is part of my nature. Then creating a cover story, all of his paid close attention to all the small details, and they never looked for short cuts. I had seen too many filops in my lives. It was a result of half hearted preparations, due to negligence or laziness. I could not allows it. MEO's nickname within Massad was a man of a hundred identities. He'd become these people and then when

the mission was over, leave them behind. But when he was inside the cover, it had to feel real to him. Even small changes meant a lot. So three days after the meeting in Paris, Meal took a train to Rotterdam, a port city in Holland. He didn't want to set up his cover in Paris was too close to home and he might run into someone he knew, So he chose Rotterdam for its banks and hotels that did business with people from all over Europe, important people. That's what

he was aiming for. Anton kunz La was going to be a guy with a lot of money and prestige, someone solid, dependable, someone people paid attention to and believed in. There's a combination of my advanced boldness, wound stomach and calm appearance gave every care I had adopted in past obervations. The semblance of trustworthiness in the breast pocket of meos suit was an Austrian passport. It was a fake, of course. MASSAD had an entire department in Tel Aviv that produced

fake passports, birth certificates and other important documents. It's been called the passport Factory. They had several ways of getting high quality documents. They would ask Jews who would spend time in foreign countries to donate their passports so duplicates could be made. They've also been accused of stealing blank passports then filling in the names of their agents cover identities. Fifty blank passports once disappeared from a safe in the

Canadian embassy in Vienna. MASSAD was suspected. A year later, one of the Canadian documents was found in Cyprus. It had been left behind by a MASSAD operative after a bomb had exploded underneath the bed of a palace Indian guerilla leader. It's been reported that the agency keeps the fake passports in a vault in their headquarters, sorted by country. The documents were extremely high quality. Sad even produced his own paper and ink. Neil's passport identified him as Anti Kunsla,

a man who didn't exist. The mission had a timetable. There was a lot to do. Me would only have ten hours in Rotterdam, so he had to move fast. When he got to the city, he checked into the Rin Hotel, a luxury a ddress that would give him instant credibility as a rich real estate developer, which was supposed to be Kunzla's business. Neil then walked to the post office, gave the hotel as his address, and opened a PO box. That PEO box now became Anti Kunzla's

address in Rotterdam. Neo headed out of the post office and found branch of the Amro Bank. He told the bank clerk he wanted to open an account. When the clerk asked for his address, he gave the PO box and pulled out three thousand dollars for the initial deposit. He was careful not to use his native German in talking with Guy, because the Germans had occupied Rotterdam during the war and there might still be lingering bitterness. Neo he considered everything he still needed a visa for Brazil.

He asked the hotel dorman what he'd need. The guy sent a bell hop to get all the forms. Neo slipped him what he called a fat tip, and the deal was done. The dorman even called the local doctor for a physical, which was one of the requirements for traveling to Brazil. Now Meo needed a visa photo. He wanted to slightly change his appearance. If the operation was successful, it would be a good chance that inner Poul would look for him. His face would be on wanted posters

from Paris to Buenos Aires. He was our me growing a mustache, but that wasn't enough. He found an optician shop nearest hotel and picked out a pair of heavy frames. The optician gave him an exam, and Meo, we had perfect eyesight, intentionally misread the bottom line of letters. He's got the prescription. Later he realized that the lenses would actually damage his vision. But for Meo, it was the

price you had to pay. I knew Jokers was mistrustful and fearful of traps, and the possibility existed, or mote as it might have been, that he would find some excuse to check my glasses. I might have sacrificed the quality of my eyesight for the sake of settling the account. Was a despicable murder, but I don't regret it for one second. As Mia went to his different appointments, he picked up pocket matter, bus tickets, laundry receipt as well as tooth based and other items with the price tag

still on. He could leave this stuff in his luggage when he went to Brazil. If Sukers became suspicious and went through his things, he'd see that his new friend really was who he said he was. He had to out paranoid suckers to be even more neurotic and fearful than he was. Because Meo was meeting the butcher alone. The operation the massage the town and killed soups. Because usually in the normal operation you have the backup team,

you have your way to a kid. Dathaniel says, you have a gun or weapons or other kinds of playfriends. Not this time. Meal was the only real weapon. With his mind his ability to outwit his target. It made his cover extremely important. After finishing up in Rotterdam, Meo headed to Zurich. There he set up a bank account and arranged for several letters of credit. He bought a lightweight black suit, the kind of business men who are in Brazil. He picked up some stationary which he had

engraved with his fake name. He had some business cards and travelers checks. Then it was back to Paris. He met again with the mission Commander Joseph your Reeve and worked out exactly how they would communicate during the operation. This was and of course there was no email or texting.

Even international phone calls were expensive and hard to make, so instead they would use fake messages sent by airmail and in them Meo and Massad would write the real messages and invisible inc if Suker's got to look at them, they would appear to be just simple business letters. When the meeting was over, Neo booked a flight to Brazil for September eleventh. He was ready to meet the Butcher. Hi, this is Stephen Talty, host of Good Assassins Hunting the Butcher.

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The Devil in Metal is out Now. Follow the show on Apple Podcasts, I hired Radio app or wherever you listen to your podcasts. His first stop Rio. The flight to Brazil was twelve hours long. He was exhausted when he arrived. He checked into the Hotel California that was the name Believe it or Not, and went up to the restaurant. From his seat, he could see Copacabana Beach laid up beneath him. He took in the view, knowing it would be the last time for a long time

he would be able to fully relax. It was a fairly wide strip of golden sands bordering blue waters on one side, and strewn the myriad colorful dots that were in fact beautiful sun tanned women clad in skimpy bazing swoops. The hundreds of kites in various colors and shapes such as eagles, dragons, and butterflies that sold in the pleasant sea breeze completed the picture of a free and easy

life without the care in the world. He thought about how some people could be living such pleasant lives while he was twenty stories up planning an assassination. When he finished his dinner, he sent a telegram to Massa, I'd safely love to everyone. Then that Monday he got to work. He went to the tourist ministry and told the officials there he wanted to invest in Brazil. He talked his way into the minister's office, got his business card. He

was building his local cover. Finally, he flew to South Paulo, where the butcher was now living. He noted that the airport was named after Santos Dumont, a famous pilot who had a medal named in his honor. Dumont Metal was awarded every year to the world's greatest aviators. Zookers had won it in the thirties, who was a reminder from me O of who the butcher had been before the war. Camp Meo checked into an expensive hotel in Sal Paulo. For the next few days, he went around the city

working on his identity. He reunted in a Volkswagen Beetle to get him around. He visited the local branch of the Swiss Bank, where he'd opened an account, left his business card and made sure the manager remembered him, just in case Zukers stopped in. Then he dropped by the headquarters of a company that specialized in marinas. Zukers had his little boat business in a marina in the Interlagos neighborhood. Neo needed an excuse to visit it. He quickly talked

his way into a meeting with a company's director. When he was in character, Mio had this confidence that he lacked at other times. In real life. He was often shy, introverted. In Israel, he was a bit of an outsider. His German accent marked him out as a foreigner, as opposed to many of the other Massad agents were Sabras native born Israelis. But when Mio slipped into a new identity, he was transformed. He was sociable, chatty, even commanding. He

was more comfortable giving orders. It's as if the missions gave me a permission to be the person he always wanted to be. At the end of the meeting, Neo got the director to write a letter introducing him to the guy who ran the yacht club in Interlagos. Now he had a reason to go there. This is the drudge work of espionage, the kind of thing you rarely see in movies or spy novels. Establishing cover, making attacks, scouting the territory. It seemed boring, and then the way

it was James Bond would never have bothered. But in the real world of espionage, it could save your life. I was pleased with my achievements. Thanks to the combination of professional experience and the little luck I had managed in just four days to not only further establish Macago story and had concrete details to the character Anton Kunz, but also to get elegantly closer to the target without

leaving any incriminating traces behind. Every step brought me closer to Zuker's dock and to the inevitable face to face encounter with him. Meal was expected to meet an old man. The butcher was sixty four, after all, past his prime. You thought this would be a battle of wills where the biggest danger would be getting found out. If that happened, the operation would be over and the amnesty for Nazi criminals the German government was planning would most likely go

into effect. Would be a painful blow to Jews all over the World. Mio knew the mission was risky, but he never imagined it would be physically dangerous. It wasn't like the Butcher was still out to kill Jews, but Meo was wrong about that, and he also didn't know that the Butcher had bowed never to be taken alive. Good Assassins Hunting the Butcher is a production of Diversion Podcasts in association with I Heart Radio. This season is written and hosted by Stephen Talti, produced and directed by

Scott Waxman and jacobron Stein. Executive producers Scott Waxman and Mark Francis. Story editing by Jacob Bronstein, with editorial direction from Scott Waxman and Mangesh Had Ticket Dour Editing, mixing and sound designed by Mark Francis with the voices of Nick Afka, Thomas Armory, Angle, Andrew Polk, Mindy Escobar, Leants, Steve Rautman and Stefan Rudnitsky. Theme music by Tyler Cash. Archival research by Adam Shapiro. Special thanks to Oran Rosenbaum at U T a mber Er. The Diverse