“I can’t believe we didn’t bring any food with us. I’m hungry.” That was me.
Carter and I were sitting on the ground in a thick stand of trees. We were leaning against a cold wall of rock and were positioned so that we could see anyone approaching, whether from the south, west, or north.
Carter pulled an old pocket knife out of his coat pocket and handed it to me.
“What good will this do?” I asked.
Out of his other coat pocket, he pulled a thick bundle wrapped in a blue and white towel. He unwrapped it and revealed the remains of the cheese and sausage we’d had for breakfast.
“Did you steal this?” I asked as I opened the knife.
“No. Luke might be in love with you, but John is in love with me. He handed these to me right before we left.”
I sighed as I cut off a slice of sausage and offered it to Carter.
He took it and then said, “Open up the tunnel, ’cause here comes the train.”
I laughed and then opened my mouth so he could put the piece on my tongue.
“You’re going to ignore all the obvious jokes, son?”
After I swallowed, I said, “How’s this one? I’ll take your sausage anytime, fireman.”
He laughed and then said, “You bet you will.”
I rolled my eyes and leaned against him. “How are we going to do this?”
“The sun sets around 5:45 or so. Once it’s dark, we need to start hunting for a car to steal. I don’t think we’re very far from Pasaia. We need to leave here no later than 11.”
I looked at my watch. It was almost 1. “How do we get Tessier out?”
“We walk up to the jail and hand over some money.”
“It’s never failed before.”
I turned and looked at him. “When did you last bribe a guard to let someone out of jail? We’ve never done that at home.”
“Spain is a poor country, son.”
I shook my head. “I don’t think it’ll work. What if they’ve figured out they’re holding a famous Frenchman who’s friends with de Gaulle? And have, I dunno, notified the authorities in Madrid?” I was suddenly steamed. “Why the fuck are we just now talking about this?” I kicked the grass with the heel of my boot.
“Because we trusted Mark to do what he promised to do.”
“If we’re ever in this kinda situation again, we are going to be in charge and we’re going to make the plans and we’re going to check and double-check. Got that?”
He snorted. “I don’t plan on doing this again. Not for France, not for Lady Liberty, not for nobody, no way, no how.”
He turned and kissed me on the forehead. “I’m glad to hear that.”
Thursday, January 1, 1970
After a night of revelry at their newest hotel, the Hopkins Excelsior, in Viña del Mar, Chile, Nick and Carter head up the coast for some surfing along with their nephews, Kermit and Ernie.
Once there, they meet up with two interesting characters.
The first is a sweet gal in her early 20s who shows up in the strangest places but always at the right time.
The other is a strange and very much out-of-place American military officer.
One thing leads to another, and before Nick and Carter know what’s happening, they find themselves embroiled in a conspiracy that could have serious international implications.
From the coast of Chile to a Spanish town in the hills of the Basque Country and all the way to the halls of Buckingham Palace, Nick and Carter are hot on the heels of The Crooked Colonel!
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Butterfield is the Amazon best-selling author of over 20 books and counting in the Nick Williams Mystery series, stories about Nick & Carter, a private dick and a fireman who live and love in San Francisco.
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