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Chapters (61)
  1. Prologue
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Chapter Fifty-Four
  56. Chapter Fifty-Five
  57. Chapter Fifty-Six
  58. Epilogue
  59. Author’s Note
  60. Acknowledgements
  61. About the Author

“No, I’ll be fine. I suspect we’ve got some very long days ahead, so grab some rest while you can.”

“Okay, chief. Have you got everything you need?”

Vargas glanced down at the two film cans lying on the office floor. “Not quite. I urgently need a working 8-millimetre film projector.” He paused for a moment. “And some McDonald’s would go down well too.”

Vargas worked, methodically, through the paperwork in the three files and made copious notes on his laptop. An astonishing picture started to emerge, which was almost too overwhelming to take in. The first file contained papers that were over sixty-five years old, documenting the secret arrival of Adolf Hitler, Martin Bormann and Eva Braun to Argentina in June, 1945. Evidently, they had escaped from Europe on a small cargo boat that had sailed to the industrial port of Río Gallegos on the south-east coast.

The documents also recorded the name of a fourth German civilian who had travelled with the Führer on the boat. His name was Doctor Friedrich Hipke. A quick Google search informed Vargas he had been a distinguished plastic surgeon, based in Berlin, who’d disappeared after the war. A black-and-white photograph, which was clearly taken on board, showed Hitler and Bormann standing either side of a third man brandishing a steel scalpel in the air, who Vargas deduced must be Hipke.

There was also a photograph of Eva Braun. She had a huge grin on her face and held her right hand close to the camera lens to show off the gold band on her finger, which was set with three large diamond stones. Another photo showed Hitler and Bormann standing next to a heavily decorated officer, who appeared to be the boat’s captain. Vargas suddenly spotted something else in the photo that sent a cold chill through his body. On the floor next to Bormann was a black leather case. He brought the picture closer to gain a better look. There was no doubt about it; the one in his office was the same as that in the grainy black-and-white photo. He moved over to it and slowly ran his fingers over the gold initials which represented Martin Bormann’s name.

Vargas returned to his desk and started work on the second file. Mixed in among the papers, some of which were written in German, were three Argentinian photo ID cards. The first one clearly showed the pretty face of Eva Braun, except her name had now changed to Emilia Franklin. The other two cards portrayed the identities of Gerald and Ronald Franklin. Despite the undoubted skills of Doctor Hipke, Vargas could still detect the unmistakable faces of Adolf Hitler and Martin Bormann staring back at him. They all appeared to share the same address; a farmhouse called El Blondi in the town of El Calafate, located in the Santa Cruz province.