Victory and Honor (Honor Bound)
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W.E. B. Griffin returns to his Honor Bound series set in the shadows of World War II espionage in South America…
May 1945: Just weeks after Hitler’s suicide, Cletus Frade and his colleagues in the Office of Strategic Services are fighting several new and deadly battles. The first is political—with every department from Treasury to War to the FBI grabbing for OSS covert agents and assets. The second is military—with the OSS having smuggled Germans into Argentina for years because of their knowledge of Soviet KGB agents in America’s atomic bomb program. The third concerns what might be the next world war against Red Joe Stalin and his voracious ambitions.
To get an early advantage, Frade has been conducting a secret and daring operation against the Communists. But to do it undetected, he and his men must walk a perilously dark line. Because all it takes is one slip—and everyone becomes a casualty of war.
submarines, but maybe only twenty. Our intelligence, as I said, is all over the chart. We know a great deal about some of these subs, almost nothing about others. And knowing nothing means we haven’t the first idea if their crews plan to follow orders to surrender their vessels and crews—or if they have their own plans, either missions meant to be executed at war’s end, or perhaps instances of every man for himself—or, in this case, every vessel for itself. Of all these U-boats, however, we are
he’s a pretty good lawyer.” Flowers wordlessly turned and marched out of the office, slamming the door after him. Frade was still looking thoughtfully at the door—I don’t think pissing him off was the smart thing to do—when Enrico came through it. “The diplomats are arriving, mi coronel.” “Whatever happened to ‘Don Cletus,’ Enrico?” “The diplomats are arriving, Don Cletus, mi coronel.” “Now, in German. If you don’t get it right, you can’t go.” Enrico got it right. “Well, I guess you get
with the compliments of Chief Pilot Delgano.” The chef nodded again. Then Frade said: “They will taste much better if you drink a little Altano Douro as you grill them. Put a bottle for the chef on Señor Aragão’s bill, Señor Barman.” Ambassador de Hernández’s face showed that he believed Frade was either crazy or drunk. Or both. The chef smiled, picked up the burlap sack, and disappeared in the direction of the kitchen. Frade looked at de Hernández. “You were looking for me, Mr. Ambassador?
DON GUILLERMO MENDOZA CABERNET SAUVIGNON 1944. “You could have waited for me, hotshot,” Dooley said as he climbed out of the truck. “Until I saw Tiny’s guys, I was standing on the tarmac with my thumb up my ass.” “Be careful with the wine, Sergeant,” Frade ordered. “It’s nectar of the gods.” [FOUR] Tiny’s men quickly got one of the generators up and running. Lightbulbs glowed and then came to full brightness. The refrigerator came to life with a screech and several loud thumps. “Now
of Karlchen’s present, Alicia announced, “Mother, shouldn’t we be getting back so we can prepare for your cocktail?” She scanned the crowd and said, “Everybody is coming, right? Everyone except, of course, my missing husband.” “And me,” Cletus said. “Cletus, are you sure you don’t want to come? You’ll be missed.” “Not if my Tío Juan and Señor Rodolfo Nulder are there,” Clete said. “I’ll pass, thank you.” “What am I supposed to say when people ask about Peter? And they will.” “When all else