The Death’s Head Conspiracy

  “My God,” she groaned. “And that’s all there is to the whole caper? A little cruise, some shots fired, a dip in the ocean, a torture chamber, more shots, and a piddling explosion?”

  She grinned. “So what’ll we do for excitement?”

  I didn’t say a word.

  But just the same, I spent the next two weeks answering that question.

  The End

  Table of Contents

  Copyright Notice

  Prologue

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  Twenty-One

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