BASED ON HISTORICAL FACTS!
While the Western Allies and the Soviets square off in the cold war’s opening rounds, a third deadly conspiracy threatens resurrect the Nazi regime. A group calling themselves the Werewolves favor a return to power in Germany while their colleagues supported by both the Vatican and the Western powers, flee to countries around the world who welcome them with open arms. The conflict engulfs not only the Nazis, but threatens both Germany and the World’s future.
Major James Ross leads a team investigating Nazi war crimes. A deadly ambush leaves one of Ross’s people dead and another presumed missing. Tasked with finding his missing man, Ross, and his colleagues hunt for the killers, exposes this third conspiracy threatening world peace!
At the same time, the Russians coerce Justine Rothstein into spying for them. Her quest to satisfy the Russians, places her square in the sights of American spies.
With murder and mayhem erupting throughout Nuremberg can these butchers be stopped?
Will Justine dangle forever between the two battling Superpowers?
Come find out!
DEVIL'S PLAYGROUND
Genre: FICTION / Action & AdventureIt is second book in the series. Covers the time period following WW2 and the beginning of the Cold War.
NUREMBERG, GERMANY, JANUARY 1946
Moments before his death, Sergeant Brown floored his Jeep’s accelerator, hoping to catch Lieutenant Green’s Jeep fishtailing around the corner ahead. The rising moon’s light cast shadows from the bombed-out buildings lining the street, leaving only his headlights to light the way.
Crazy asshole hadn’t taken the time to raise the windshield before blasting out. Just roared out the challenge as he started his ride and roared off. Brown muttered to himself as he mashed the accelerator pedal to the floor. He hoped the stupid Shave-tail froze his ass off like he did at this moment. Thank God they’d toked up on antifreeze. He chuckled as he downshifted, heading into the turn.
He cranked the wheel to the right, avoiding a collision with a rubble pile in the street’s center, but his vehicle bucked as it passed over an unseen brick. Whiskey sloshed from the bottle he’d wedged between the seats while the unopened cognac bottle rolled in the passenger foot compartment. He hoped that bottle remained intact during this contest.
I outran Revenooers as a teenager. No way would I lose this drag race with this cocky ass shave-tail, he told himself as his Jeep slid around the corner.
Ahead, Lieutenant Green’s Jeep swerved on the dark street. As it slammed into a building, the Lieutenant’s head landed in Brown’s lap. Before it registered in his brain, the wire, stretched across the road, struck Brown’s chest, shoving him back in his seat. As he glanced down, the wire slid up, catching his chin before it removed his head.
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Translated by Ruth Saravia
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