Ruins Book One

A dramatic saga with a noir bent set in the Sahara Desert WW2 North Africa -- Libya, Cairo, Algeria, Tunisia We Can't All Be Heroes Libya, the Fezzan 1942 A German officer collaborates with a French Algerian priest and a Jewish Resistance leader to safeguard his munitions complex from the Free French in exchange for his protection of the inhabitants of their shared oasis from German and Italian authorities. A matter of opinion who is the boss. She took his cigarettes, lighting two and offering him one. "Where are you from? Berlin? Do I know you? Should I? Come on. It's not a difficult question, not even important. I just want to know."He hesitated. "I am Hauptmann Dieter Reineke. You do not know me.""You're right, I don't. I've never heard of you." She lowered her rifle, cradling it in her arms like an infant. "I am Anna who knew Albert.""Albert." He considered the Alberts he knew."Einstein," she blew a thin stream of smoke from her lungs. "You know if you were young and handsome, Hauptmann, I might consider having sex with you." She laughed as his eyes flew wide, a reassuring tap of her steel on his arm. "It's all right, mein Liebchen, we'll think of something else." And so they did.