By Steve Berry
The long island Times bestselling writer of The Jefferson Key brings you a brief tale that takes readers on a dangerous hunt for . . . The Devil's Gold
Once he was once referred to as the Sphinx, a guy so inscrutable that neither his adversaries nor fellow intelligence operatives may possibly expect his subsequent movement. Now a freelance agent with a mystery undertaking, Jonathan Wyatt has long gone rogue. For 8 years he’s been plotting. ready. Scheming to kill Federal brokers Christopher Combs and Cotton Malone, whom he blames for the lack of his occupation. yet as Wyatt prepares for a last disagreement in a distant South American village, he makes a discovery that stretches again to the horrors of worldwide battle II, to the astounding mystery of a child’s delivery, to Martin Bormann and Eva Braun—and to a fortune in misplaced gold.
BONUS: contains excerpts from Steve Berry's The Jefferson Key and The Columbus Affair.
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