“Thinking about the weather was one way of shutting out of his mind the appalling bloody human mess sprawled out over the bed of this seedy hotel room in central London. The sight and smell was sickening - even to a hardened detective like him. Felling the bile rising in his throat again, he hurried out into the dimly lit corridor. “Where are you, Sergeant? Is the doctor here yet?” WarActionViolenceDramaCivil WarFast PacedIntriguingVictimsPage TurnerBalkan Book:The French Spy Source: The French Spy
“Murder calls were never welcome, but this one had a small silver lining.it was going to get Merlin out of a sticky predicament.” FictionDramaArmySuspenseEpicFactBritish EmpireTrilogyDublin Book:Death of an Officer Source: Death of an Officer
“New York. Anton Meyer’s wife had just gone to New Jersey to stay with her sister for a couple of days. For the first time in a while, his day hadn’t ended in an argument and he’d been able to enjoy a good night’s sleep. It was 10 in the morning and Meyer had already dealt efficiently with most of the files on his desk. He had taken a moment to congratulate himself on this when Maurice Kramer appeared at his door. “Daydreaming again, Meyer?” Kramer’s beady eyes glared meanly at him.” FictionDramaArmySuspenseEpicFactBritish EmpireTrilogyDublin Book:The French Spy Source: The French Spy
“Goldberg was a tough, square-jawed New York detective who by various odd quirks of fate now held a position in the US military administration in London. In 1942, the British government had ceded to the American military police all legal jurisdiction over American troops stationed in the UK.” FightingFictionHistoryDramaWeaponsHistoricalSuspenseRiflesDaggersWeaponry Book:Death of an Officer Source: Death of an Officer