Field of Blackbirds by Clayton Jeppsen & Lindsey Jeppsen (e reader manga txt) 📖

a list of war criminals, but when Reed found out what Nikola had done, he quickly marked his name as ‘priority one’. But Nikola had left no tracks for them to follow. That was until Wiesenthal had found some.
“Simon Wiesenthal, the Nazi Hunter. Does the name ring a bell?” asked Reed.
“I know who he is, yes.”
“Simon was in the area tracking some old, decrepit Nazi when he stumbled across Nikola. He knew he was on a list of wanted war criminal and he’s been very gracious in sharing Intel with us, especially the CIA War Crimes Bureau. We have the resources and the revenue to make the arrests. And now I have that Intel packed tightly in my suitcase, Lazar. And I could use your help.”
Lazar was quiet again, thinking. He looked toward the living room again, could hear the girls laughing. Radenko was in the next room, watching TV too loudly. Lazar glanced back at Reed; bit his bottom lip before he spoke.
“Reed, you must understand. I have no enemies anymore. At least any that I want to seek revenge on.”
Reed nodded his head. “That’s interesting.” he claimed.
“Interesting, why?”
“Simon Wiesenthal and his wife lost over eighty members of their family to brutal concentration camps. After the war, Simon began hunting the Nazis down and turning them in to the authorities. Simon was responsible for the capture of over eleven hundred Nazis. Including; the second in command to Adolf Hitler, Albert Speer; the ‘Angel of Death’, the ‘Doctor of Auszwitz’, Josef Mengele; and finally the Gestapo agent who arrested Anne Frank and her family.
He was often accused of seeking revenge for the atrocities inflicted on his family. He would always say; ‘It is not about revenge. It is about justice.’”
Lazar cracked a slight grin. “I understood why your boss sent you to Serbia the first time. And I understand why you’ve been chosen again. Nobody is more kind to justice than you are, Reed.”
“It’s good to see you again my friend. It’s been a long time.” said Reed.
“Too long.” added Lazar.
The two embraced.
Lazar pulled back, letting his hands rest atop Reed’s shoulders.
“Before we talk business, let’s celebrate.”
Lazar walked toward the living room already calling out,
“Milla, lets go out tonight. It’s time to celebrate with our friends.”

The night bowed before them, the city silent, as though it were holding its breath, humbly awaiting a chance to host them. Lazar and Milla, Reed and Lindsey, all walked down the ancient esplanades of Belgrade; each harboring their own stories of strength and resilience, during times where hope, improvisation and God’s saving grace had to suffice.
























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Publication Date: 03-21-2010

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Dedication:
This book is dedicated to Mike Katich, whose heritage and offspring define the content threrein. He was a great man.