On a bright May afternoon in 2007, a German artist and printmaker named Hans-Jürgen Kuhl took a seat at an outdoor
café directly opposite the colossal facade of the Cologne Cathedral. He ordered an espresso and a slice of plum cake, lit
a Lucky Strike, and watched for the buyer. She was due any minute. Kuhl, a lanky 65-year-old, had to remind himself that
he was in no rush. He’d sold plenty of artwork over the years, but this batch was altogether different. He needed to be patient.
Tourists milled about the platz in front of the cathedral, Germany’s most visited landmark, craning their necks to snap
pictures of the impossibly intricate spires jutting toward the heavens. Kuhl knew those spires well. He had grown up in
Cologne and painted the majestic cathedral countless times.
On the other side of a low brick wall surrounding the café, Kuhl finally spotted her. Tall, blond, and trim, Susann Falkenthal
looked about 30. As was the case during their previous meetings, she wore practical shoes, an unremarkable blouse and
pair of pants, and little makeup. Kuhl thought her plain look was something of a contradiction for a businesswoman who
drove a black BMW convertible, but no matter.
When they first met a few months earlier, Falkenthal said she was an events manager from Vilnius, Lithuania, and gave Kuhl
a card printed with a Vilnius address as well as an address from the German city of Essen. Her German was flawless.
This appointment by the cathedral was perhaps their 10th, and they greeted each other with a kiss on each cheek. Over the
past few months, they had been meeting at Kuhl’s studio. She brought cake; he made coffee. They discussed jazz, Kuhl’s
years as a fashion designer, the time Kuhl had met Andy Warhol, vacation spots on the Spanish island of Majorca, and
eventually counterfeit US dollars....
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