The Ghost of the Baltic: The Reckoning of the Arajs Kommando
The humidity of the 1970s New York summer didn’t just hang in the air; it suffocated. Inside the cramped brownstone in Queens, the scent of boiled cabbage and old newspaper was a permanent resident. Silas sat at the heavy oak table, his massive, gnarled hands resting flat on the surface. A retired detective with…
