June 1948, in the middle of nowhere
June 1948, in the middle of nowhere“Damn this place,” Victor looked into his empty beer glass with bleary eyes. His head swayed as he raised it and looked around the small room where he was only one of half a dozen men drinking off their asses.
He’d been in here drinking for most of the night and the bartender had just announced the place was going to close in half an hour, but Victor wasn’t ready to leave yet. He needed another drink. Another way to forget this godforsaken hole where he’d been locked up for the past two weeks.
When he’d accepted his superior’s offer to devise the logistics of secretly delivering the new German currency into every corner of Western Germany except for Berlin, he hadn’t foreseen this would mean being held like a prisone
