Under Cover of Darkness
Chapter 3 The rain had turned the road to a slick, black ribbon, reflecting the dim glow of the streetlamps. The Mercedes-Benz 320 hummed through the mist, a stealthy prowler in a landscape that felt increasingly hostile. Gertie sat in the back, pondering the iron cross which she dangled before her eyes, hypnotized, an enigma she could not dismiss. Key, her father had called it. She clutched it in her fist, feeling the sharp edges of the cross pinch her hand. It was not a pretty bauble. It was not a notion she might have at a jewelry store. It was a piece of history, a piece of his history. It was the symbol of the Teutonic knights, the Crusaders who had passed the sea fortress of Malta, to reach the Holy Land. It was a symbol of valor, of battle, and of the men who had shed blood for a quest. It was stronger than the swastika. It endured. The car slowed. Ahead, the road was blocked by a checkpoint. A pair of searchlights cut through the rain, blinding and harsh. Two soldiers stood by ...