W.E.B. Griffin - Victory and Honor

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Wars come to an end. But then new ones begin. Just weeks after Hitler's suicide, Cletus Frade and his colleagues in the OSS find themselves up to their necks in battles every bit as fierce as the ones just ended. The first is political-the very survival of the OSS, with every department from Treasury to War to the FBI grabbing for its covert agents and assets. The second is on a much grander scale-the possible next world war, against Joe Stalin and his voracious ambitions. To get a jump on the latter, Frade has been conducting a secret operation, one of great daring-and great danger-but to conduct it and not be discovered, he and his men must walk a perilously dark line. One slip, and everyone becomes a casualty of war.

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Flowers took a moment to take control of himself.

“The war is about over, Colonel Frade. We’ll all eventually go home. But when you get off the ship, or the airplane, or whatever returns you to the Zone of the Interior, you will be in handcuffs, on your way to a general court-martial and the Army prison at Fort Leavenworth!”

“Maybe I can get General Donovan to represent me at the court-martial. I understand he’s a pretty good lawyer.”

Flowers wordlessly turned and marched out of the office, slamming the door after him.

Frade was still looking thoughtfully at the door— I don’t think pissing him off was the smart thing to do— when Enrico came through it.

“The diplomats are arriving, mi coronel .”

“Whatever happened to ‘Don Cletus,’ Enrico?”

“The diplomats are arriving, Don Cletus, mi coronel .”

“Now, in German. If you don’t get it right, you can’t go.”

Enrico got it right.

“Well, I guess you get to go.”

“Danke, Herr Oberst .

[TWO]

General Martín, Chief Pilot Delgano, and Master Sergeant Stein were all at the Executive Suite windows with Leica C-II 35mm cameras and snapping pictures of the diplomats climbing the stairs to the Ciudad de Rosario.

“Anybody interesting?” Clete asked as he looked down at the tarmac.

“One man,” Martín said. “Rodolfo Nulder.”

“Who is he?” Frade asked.

“He was at the military academy with el Coronel and el Coronel Perón, and later at the Kriegsschule with your father,” Enrico announced, and matter-of-factly added: “Then he was cashiered for being a pervert and a liar.”

“What was that all about?” Clete asked.

“Young girls on the estancia,” Enrico said.

“Your father told el Coronel Perón that he never wanted to hear the name Rodolfo Nulder spoken again, and told el Coronel Perón that if Nulder ever put foot on Estancia San Pedro y San Pablo again he would kill him.”

“Bernardo?” Frade asked.

“I think Rodríguez summed it up pretty well,” Martín said dryly.

Frade thought: Wonder what my father thought of Tío Juan’s taste for young girls?

Would he have approved of me calling my godfather a degenerate sonofabitch and then throwing him out of Uncle Willy’s—myhouse?

Martín added: “El Señor Nulder is now the director of security at the Secretariat of Labor and Retirement Plans.”

“And this lying pervert is going to Germany with the diplomats why?” Frade said.

Martín shrugged. “I have no idea, but that may be why they were so late getting here. They didn’t want anyone to see Nulder getting on the airplane, so they waited until it was dark.”

“And you have no idea why this sterling character is going to Germany?” Frade pursued.

Martín shook his head. “Not long ago, over drinks at the officers’ casino at Campo de Mayo, I had a chat with el Coronel Sánchez of General Ramírez’s staff. He just happened to mention that he’d had a conversation with el General in which el General mentioned that with so much on my plate, he was sure I was wasting my time and assets on investigating things at the Secretariat of Labor and Retirement Plans. ‘Perón and his people are perfectly able to take care of that sort of thing themselves.’”

“You were told to back off?” Clete asked more than a little incredulously.

Martín repeated: “I was told that it was General Ramírez who had mentioned he hoped I wasn’t wasting my time and assets on the Secretariat of Labor and Retirement Plans.”

“You never happened to mention that to me.”

Martín smiled. “I like you, Cletus. And I love my wife. But there are some things I never mention to either one of you.”

“Taking pictures of this guy is backing off?” Clete said.

“Don Cletus Frade, master of the indelicate observation,” Martín said with a smile.

“And I don’t suppose you would be heartbroken if we kept an eye on him for you while we’re over there, would you?”

“You know I’m always interested in anything you have to tell me.”

“If this guy went to the Kriegsschule with my father . . .”

“He probably knows a good number of senior German officers,” Martín finished for him. “Some of whom might wish to come here now that their services are no longer required.”

“So this whole thing is an excuse to bring a planeload of Nazis here?” Clete wondered aloud.

Another planeload of Nazis, you mean?” Martín asked.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, mi general ,” Clete said. “Unless you’re suggesting that some of the priests, brothers, and nuns who SAA has ferried here for the Vatican—and traveling on Vatican passports—weren’t who they claimed to be.”

Martín said: “One thought that occurred to me is that if there was an important Nazi—or Nazis, plural—who wished to spare themselves a long and hazardous trip on a submarine to come here . . .”

“They could come in the comfort that SAA offers to all its passengers?” Clete finished for him.

“It’s a thought,” Martín said.

“Bernardo, did you hear the rumor that Hitler did not kill himself and his wife, but was flown out of Berlin in a Fieseler Storch?”

“Delgano mentioned that he’d heard that,” Martín said. “Do you believe it?”

“No, I don’t. But this thought of yours makes sense.”

“Are you going to try to see General Gehlen while you’re in Germany?” Martín asked, and then, before Clete could answer, went on: “Maybe he would have some thoughts on all this.”

“No one seems to know where he is, but I’m going to try to find him.”

“To what end?”

“I’ll play that card when someone deals it,” Clete said. “We made a deal with him. Nobody’s told me the deal is off.”

“Bring him here?”

“If that’s the only option to keep him out of the hands of the Russians.”

“He’d have a Vatican passport?”

“The others traveled that way.”

“Clete,” Delgano said, “Peralta just showed up; looks like he’s headed here.”

Captain Mario Peralta was a member of the second crew. If he had had any questions about First Officers von Wachtstein and Boltitz replacing the SAA pilots originally scheduled for the flight, Clete hadn’t heard about them. That suggested to Clete that Peralta was taking his orders from Gonzalo Delgano both as an SAA pilot and as somebody else who also worked covertly for Martín.

“It would appear that your mission of mercy and compassion is ready to go,” Martín said.

“You told me one time you had a man in Berlin,” Frade said.

Martín nodded.

“José Ruiz,” he said. “We were at the Academy together.”

“He’s the military attaché?”

“The financial counselor,” Martín said.

“And he’ll be coming back with us?”

Martín nodded again.

“He might be useful,” Frade said.

“So I told Gonzalo,” Martín said. “Anything else I can do?”

“As a matter of fact,” Frade said, and handed him the briefcase he’d gotten from Colonel Flowers. “I forgot to leave my wife her allowance. Would you get this to her, please?”

Martín took the briefcase. It was much heavier than he expected.

“What’s in here besides her allowance—bricks?”

“Nothing. I’m probably more generous to my wife than you are to yours.”

Martín looked at the briefcase suspiciously but didn’t reply.

“Go on. Have a look. You were going to anyway, the first chance you had. If you look now, you can apologize for doubting me.”

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