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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

When Hembury formally introduced her to Vargas, he couldn’t help but think of the old adage that his friend had been punching way above his weight. She oozed warmth, with a lively sense of humour and an infectious laugh. Within a few minutes, the three of them were sitting around the table arguing about why Americans were so obsessed by the classic English accent. An hour and a half later, they had demolished Hembury’s pasta dish and were working their way through the second bottle of red.

Carter downed a large scoop of chocolate chip Häagen-Dazs and smoothly changed the subject. “Troy, as much as I love your spaghetti Bolognese, I didn’t fly over two thousand miles just to sample it again. Nic, are you ready to share your story with me?”

Vargas stood up and left the table. “I’m going to need my laptop.”

Although she was a veteran journalist, known for her tough interviewing style, it was telling that for the next hour Amanda didn’t ask a single question. She just sat and listened as Vargas took her through the entire story, step by step, concluding with the military-style attack on his apartment. She then spent another thirty minutes viewing a protected online file, containing copies of the most relevant documents and photographs that had been hidden away in Box 1321.

Vargas had also used his phone camera to make video copies of the 8mm films that showed Hitler and Braun enjoying post-war life in Argentina. Finally, he played her the video Hembury had secretly filmed of Braun during their encounter in El Calafate. She sat at the table, totally enthralled, occasionally scribbling down questions in her notebook.

When Vargas finished, she switched into full journalistic mode and reeled off a series of questions, aimed at both men. “Troy, as you said when you called me, it’s probably the most unbelievable story I will ever come across in my career and you’re not wrong. However, I’m not sure the world is ready to hear that Hitler’s grandson is a few months away from becoming the next US president. But, if it is true, this story needs to be told. You won’t be surprised to know I have some questions. Firstly, other than Paz’s mobile phone, do we have any other evidence that connects Richard Franklin to the murders?”

Vargas was quick to reply. “Not yet. I’m convinced the Franklin Corporation owns Theodor Consultants, but the names of the shareholders are deeply hidden in a group of offshore holding companies that we’re trying to break into.”

Amanda put down her pen. “We might be able to help your guys with some added resources for that part of the investigation. Do we have anything that ties Franklin to the hired assassin who killed García outside the courthouse?”

“No. Again, I’m sure he was hired by Theodor, but Paz isn’t talking.”