By James Siegel
Following a deadly string of clues, Riskin unearths himself in scorching pursuit of a little-known global battle II legal named Dr. Petoit, who, after promising sanctuary to countless numbers of fleeing Jews in occupied France, led them to loss of life in his own residence. As Riskin uncovers his friend's personal responsible half in those crimes, he himself comes head to head with the final word evil.
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Traffic had reached a standstill. It seemed a bus had somehow collided with a Porsche—at least that was the story being passed from car to car. S. T-shirts; they flitted from one passenger window to another like hungry pigeons in search of crumbs, which they collected in boxes that began to sound like maracas as they jiggled up and down across the avenue. ” A girl in tight white shorts had placed her box directly at eye level; William could just about smell her youth. Ahhh. He pushed a dollar bill into the box.
Several weeks later, snuggled up in bed, her husband suddenly asked about him. “That guy? ” She didn’t know, she said. Just gone, that’s all. But then, she suddenly felt the need to tell more, felt it as strong as she’d ever felt anything. “He had a gun,” she said. “I walked by him and he had a gun. ” And she began to tell her husband more, more of what she felt and what she thought and what she theorized. But halfway through, she gave up. For he was fast asleep, turned to the wall like the class dunce, and certainly just as oblivious.
Nude Daytona. The traffic thinned out, his pace picked up a little. Soon Miami Beach itself was gone. Referring back to the map, he turned into a street darkened by huge grugru palms, a street saturated with the sickly sweet smell of plantain. Now, evidently in the residential district, one block followed another with little change. They’d built their homes in the Spanish style here; only the color of the stucco varied—from red to brown to every combination of pastel. Each house had its small flat lawn, its thick spiraling palm, and filigreed iron gate.