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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

Everyone in the office appeared hypnotised by the transmission and, as he opened the door, a four-way split came up showing shots of the Argentinian ID cards for Gerald and Ronald Franklin, alongside grainy photos of Hitler and Bormann. Although his mind was now submerged in a murky fog, he recognised the voice of Amanda Carter, the reporter who had interviewed him many times for the BBC World News. Suddenly, he found himself running through the office at breakneck speed, heading for the bank of lifts. Weirdly, he felt as if he were moving through quicksand and was conscious that all eyes in the office were glued to him. As the lift doors closed, he felt a brief moment of respite and he breathed out for the first time since seeing the TV images.

A few minutes later, he was driving out of the underground car park into the busy morning traffic. His mobile, which was resting on the dash, appeared to be having a seizure, as it manically vibrated with incoming calls and messages. He flicked it on to silent and floored the accelerator. Instinctively, his reflex thought was to call his dad, and then, a millisecond later, he remembered he couldn’t. He felt alone and desperate and needed some time to think. The unimaginable had happened and now he had to find a way to process and deal with it. He caught a glimpse of the read-out on his iPhone and saw six missed calls from his wife, along with over twenty others. He couldn’t bear going home to face the inevitable questioning, and he pictured a hunting pack of reporters and cameramen waiting outside his house to assault him. Instead, he headed for the sanctuary of his father’s mansion in Pacific Heights.

Amanda Carter’s wrap-up was perfect in every way. It was delivered in an authoritative tone, combining the sensational and grave aspects of the story.

“The man who many of us believed could be the next president of the United States is an impostor – a counterfeit candidate. From the day he was born, he was groomed by inherently evil people, obsessed with world domination and the creation of a super race. I want to end this report with the grotesque words of Adolf Hitler, a vile monster who we now know escaped justice and planned to build a new dynasty. ’The sacred mission of the German people is to assemble and preserve the most valuable racial elements and raise them to the prominent position.All who are not of a good race are chaff.’ These are the words of John Franklin’s grandfather, Adolf Hitler.”