This is my first Greg Iles book and he did not disappointment me.
Here is a brief summary in the jacket of the book: “At the command of Winton Churchill…four strangers are brought together in a place…beyond imagination. It is a small SS-run concentration camp serving as the incubator for a weapon of staggering lethality – a weapon US General Omar Bradley later admitted could have wiped out the D-day invasion force on Omaha Beach. What they are forced to do in the name of victory - and survival - demonstrates with terrible clarity that in a world where all is at stake, war has no rules. Black Cross explodes the myth of WWII as “the good war.” It is a novel of transforming power, in which healer must become destroyer and a young killer is tempered by love into a savior.”
In this book Himmler has developed a poisonous gas that is so powerful and effective the Allies have nothing to neutralize it. A pacifist American chemist and a young Israeli assassin are sent to steal the gas, use it to kill everyone in this camp and escape with samples to the Baltic Sea where a submarine will pick them up on a specific timetable. The hope is that Himmler will be too embarrassed to tell Hitler his project was stolen and that he was a victim of an Israeli attack which freed the prisoners under his command. We jump ahead in the story : the attack team of two is successful and Himmler decides to destroy the camp and level everything so that nothing exists to this day.
Love is about to be played out…when the grandson of the hero American chemist drives up to Westchester to see Dr. Anna Hastings to tell her that his grandfather has just died. “Is Mac dead?” “Yes, ma’am. He died three days ago. The old woman nodded slowly, then stepped away…she stopped in front of me. I wanted to be polite, but my gaze kept wandering to the eyes of the younger woman nearby , who was staring at me with a strange intensity. Anna Hastings reached out and laid her hand against my cheek. “You could be him,” she said softly. “I almost can’t bear to look at you.” “She could be you,” I said, nodding toward the young woman. Although, now that I had time to study her, I saw subtle differences. “Katarina,” said Anna Hastings. “My granddaughter.” …
“Your grandfather was a great man,” she said. “A brave and a loyal man. … there is plenty of time to talk about the past. Go make the coffee. Please.” Katarina took my hand and pulled me out of the room….there’s no denying the young woman’s beauty, or the intelligence behind her bright eyes. “I’ve never seen her that upset,” Katarina said as she poured bottled water into the coffeemaker. “I think it might help her to talk to you. Even though she tries to pretend the past is dead, it haunts her. Were you planning to stay the night in New York? You have a hotel?” “No. I really planned to fly back tonight.” “Tonight? But that’s crazy. You can stay here with us –” Suddenly, she blushed, as if realizing she had overstepped some invisible line. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I know how it is in medicine, I’m sure you’ve got to get back right away.” “Katarina,” I said softly. “I’m not really sure why I came up here. I really don’t have any plans at all.” She looked at me very openly then, directly into my eyes. “Call me Kat,” she said. “That’s what everyone calls me.” “Kat,” I said, “testing the name on my tongue. “Kat, I would really love to stay. If you have room, of course.” She smiled.
And that’s the end of the story.