Jürgen stood ankle-deep in it, trying to stop his knees from knocking together. He was fifteen years old. The collar of his Wehrmacht…
It was March 1945. The Third Reich was not just dying; it was decomposing. Elsbeth kept her head down as the truck jolted…
The heat in the holding camp was already oppressive before the fire started. It was August 1945, somewhere in the dusty, exhausted heart…
The dust tasted of old brick and sulfur. It coated the back of Heinrich’s throat, a gritty reminder that the city of his…
Major David Thorne stared at the secure tablet resting on the peeling white paint of the porch railing. On the screen, a high-resolution…
April 1945. somewhere near the Rhine River. The mud was the first thing you noticed. It wasn’t just dirt and water; it was…
The Vance Mansion sat on the highest hill in Saddle River, New Jersey, like a brooding gothic wedding cake. Built in the 1920s…
The Vance Mansion sat on the highest hill in Saddle River, New Jersey, like a brooding gothic wedding cake. Built in the 1920s…
The metal gates of the Ironwood State Penitentiary clanged shut behind Michael “Mike” Miller with a finality that echoed in his bones. He…
At forty-two, Julian was a titan of Manhattan real estate. He dealt in glass skyscrapers and penthouses that touched the clouds. But this…