Last Heroes by W.E.B. Griffin

Author:W.E.B. Griffin [Griffin, W.E.B.]
Format: epub
Tags: Suspense, Action & Adventure, Intrigue, Fiction, Espionage, War & Military, General, World War; 1939-1945, Historical, Audiobooks, Abridged Audio - Fiction, War
ISBN: 9780399142963
Publisher: Putnam Adult
Published: 1998-09-01T04:00:00+00:00

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leather bag stuffed with investmentquality (that is, heavier in weight than three carats) diamonds and emeralds and comparable jewels. On the open market these were worth about as much as the Swiss and American currency combined.

ISO OZ LAST HZROZS The problem was that the law made no prohibition against simple possession of foreign currency. Neither was the simple Possessioa of jewels illegal. Such a law would be impossible to enforce. e Sicherheitsdienst was The other problem for the Soret6 and th that one of the two young men was Sidi Hassan el Ferruch, the son of the pasha of Ksar es Souk, and the other young man was an American, Eric Fulmar, traveling on an American passport. Word had come from the Foreign Ministry on Bendlerstrasse itself that confrontations with American nationals were to be handled with the utmost discretion. Roughly translated, that meant to avoid touching Americans unless they'd been caught red-handed.

What the Sfiret6 and Sicherheitsdienst agents wanted was to catch the two of them in the act of smuggling the money and jewels out of the country. If it was not judged wise to shoot him in the act of escaping, the American could at least be tried and jailed, pour encourager les autres, and Sidi el Ferruch could become a much more valuable chip in the never-ending game played by the Freflch with his father.

The object, then, was to catch them.

None of the agents believed that tonight would be the night that would happen. For one thing, el Ferruch knew the agents were on their trail, and for another-unless they had guessed very badlythe obvious destination of the two (and el Ferruch's Berber bodyguards, trailing the Cadillac in a Citro@n) was a restaurant on the Coastal Highway between Casablanca and El Jadida.

The restaurant, Le Relaise de Pointe-Noire, sat all alone on the rocky Black Point, sixty or more feet above the crashing surf of the Atlantic. There was only one entrance to the restaurant, and there was no way to get from the restaurant down to the beach without passing through that entrance.

The two would never transfer the money or the jewels to someone else at Le Relaise de Pointe-Noire, because that would risk having whoever they gave it to caught with it. Which meant that they intended instead to spend time on one of the chambres s@par6es W. S. S. overlooking the crashing surf, have their dinner, and then pass the evening in the company of firm-breasted and dark-eyed Moroccall ladies of the evening. Le Relaise de Pointe-Noire had the most attractive poule to be found in Morocco.

It was raining, which meant that the two policemen who had stationed themselves where they could watch the granite outcropping on which Le Relaise de Pointe-Noire was built were going to become very wet and uncomfortable. There was no way to get a car in there, and it had to be watched, against the off chance that either el Ferruch or the American was foolish enough to try to sneak off down the beach.

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