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Jack Tanner's war takes him to the treacherous sands of the North African desert.
August, 1942. North Africa. The desert war hangs in the balance. Although their retreat has finally been halted, morale in the British Army is at rock bottom. When the commander of the Eighth Army, General Gott, is killed, it seems that foul play is at work. An impenetrable Axis spy circuit could be compromising any hope the Allies have of stemming the Nazi tide.
Jack Tanner, recovering from wounds in a Cairo hospital, is astonished to receive a battlefield commission which will propel him into a very different world when he returns to action. Fit once more, he finds himself facing the full onslaught of Rommel's latest offensive.
In its aftermath, Tanner and his trusty sidekick Sykes are recruited to work behind the Axis lines in a desperate attempt to take the fight to the Nazis. But the murky world of subterfuge, deceit and murder they find themselves a million miles away from the certainties of the battlefield and somehow they must discover who they can trust in the cat-and-mouse world of counter-espionage.
Hellfire sees Tanner fighting his way through his most dangerous adventure yet -- one that takes him from the dark backstreets of Cairo to the open Mediterranean and finally to one of the decisive clashes of the entire war -- the Battle of Alamein.
or shower and a hot meal. Having been terrified, expecting torture, he was disarmed, and usually easily persuaded as to the reasonableness of the British. But it was not this man that Tanner was worried about. It was Vaughan. Jesus, what a bloody mess. How was Vaughan going to take it? He knew how smitten his friend was. And just before this operation on Tobruk too. Ah, damn it all to hell. If only Lucie hadn’t seen her. If only he hadn’t seen her. But he had, and he had to tell SIME, no matter
How might Vaughan react if they found her? He now cursed himself: he should have suggested Farrer and he carried out the recce instead. Well, it’s too late now. The next block down the road revealed no black stone either, but then, at the first door of the next villa, there it was: a round black stone as big as a fist on the doorstep. ‘This is it,’ he whispered to Vaughan, his heart quickening. Vaughan breathed in deeply and glanced to either side of him once more. Then, satisfied that the
Libyan desert. Neither had it mattered while Tanner was convalescing. But it would have mattered when they began stepping out in Cairo together. The city was segregated: there were places for the ranks, and places for officers, but very few that allowed both. It had troubled him, for he had sensed that the time would come when the social gulf became too great. She had always denied it, had told him that she didn’t mind whether he was a private or a general, but he had known that it would break
writing those letters. Is that a terrible thing to admit?’ She placed a hand on Ewa’s arm. ‘Are you very cross with me?’ Ewa laughed. ‘Of course not.’ ‘You won’t tell Sophie, will you?’ ‘Really, Tanja! What do you take me for? In any case, I don’t know what you’re worrying about. Sophie would hardly have minded.’ ‘Maybe not, but I’d hate her to think I’m not pulling my weight. Or you, for that matter.’ Ewa smiled. ‘Forget it. It’s hardly the world’s worst crime, is it?’ ‘Thank you,’ said
of Crusaders breaking off and heading towards them. Tanner had slowly driven up alongside and halted. ‘Bang, bang, you’re dead,’ said a captain from the lead Crusader. ‘Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure, sir,’ said Tanner. ‘We were leading you into a nest of anti-tank guns, you see.’ ‘Where?’ said the captain, looking around. ‘Camouflaged, sir.’ He heard the others begin to laugh. ‘Who the devil are you lot anyway?’ said the captain. Another Crusader inched forward, and Tanner saw Lieutenant