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  1. COVER PAGE
  2. TITLE PAGE
  3. EPIGRAPH
  4. PRAISE
  5. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  6. MAP
  7. PROLOGUE
  8. CHAPTER ONE
  9. CHAPTER TWO
  10. CHAPTER THREE
  11. CHAPTER FOUR
  12. CHAPTER FIVE
  13. CHAPTER SIX
  14. CHAPTER SEVEN
  15. CHAPTER EIGHT
  16. CHAPTER NINE
  17. CHAPTER TEN
  18. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  19. CHAPTER TWELVE
  20. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  22. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  24. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  25. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  26. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  36. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  39. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. ABOUT THE AUTHOR
  47. COPYRIGHT PAGE
  48. What’s next onyour reading list?

“Pepper’s been dead for three years, but they’re not going to give us his remains because he’s a part of the family now. He’s not an American anymore. They don’t give a shit about the war.”

“All we need is his skull,” said Muir calmly, stepping up next to Condley. “The skull. Tell him we want to borrow it.”

“You’re a genius, Professor.”

“As I said, distance from a problem has its benefits. And if you would please hurry up, I’d like to be very distant from this one.”

Condley patted Muir on the back, nodding now to the village chief. “My partner is a very distinguished American scientist. He has offered a solution, which I hope you will consider. We would like to borrow the head of the dead American, so that his family in the United States can examine his teeth and know for certain that he is dead. You can keep the rest of his remains here in your village. And once we identify him, we will return the head to you.”

The village chief glanced at the two government officials, then into the faces of his fellow villagers, looking for dissent. Finding none, he nodded.

“All right. We will rent the head to you for five thousand dollars.”

“Five thousand dollars?”

“For the head,” said the old man. “The body would be more. And only if you return it. Nguyen My Den is not American anymore. His head belongs here in my village.”

“Who’s a genius?” muttered Muir as Condley translated the old man’s reply. Condley looked wryly at his partner, and then over to Colonel Pham, who had broken into an amused smile.

Gotcha.

And as Condley followed the old man and his entourage toward the village, he was sure he heard the colonel laugh.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Sai Gon

“This is a Heckler and Koch P7,” said Nghiem Le Manh, taking a small black pistol from the shooting stand and holding it in front of Dzung. “It was manufactured in Germany. For many years the West German commandos used it as their weapon of choice.”

Staring at the beautifully crafted pistol, Dzung could not resist a small jibe. “So much for the revolution, if you want me to shoot an inferior capitalist weapon.”

“This is not politics,” shrugged Manh. “The Germans are the masters of weapons. Did you know they actually designed the AK-47 rifle? Oh, yes. Take a look at their STG-44 infantry rifle from World War Two. The Russian Kalishnikov stole the design.”

“For the good of the revolution,” said Dzung dryly.