Chapter 24
It was 1937, and time was running out for Pasha and Marah in Spain. They constantly changed cover like chameleons.
One by one, their contacts were murdered or disappeared. He wanted to tell Marah that many managed to escape, but knew better than lying to her. Word came back, stories of horrible torture. The NKVD was as ruthless as Franco’s army in carrying out Stalin’s paranoia-fueled savagery
He peered through the slats of the wall where the plaster had been knocked away. Two women were drawing water from a well in a small plaza. It was useless to try and refill his canteen, knowing snipers were looking for men like him. Stalinist sniper? Falangist? It could be either.
Stalin’s plan is working. He now has us shooting each other, like a circular firing squad. All this while
