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"It is seven days before the Japanese attack Pearl Harbor. Days that are numbered for Sondegger, a Nazi spy captured in London while on a mission to take down the Twenty Committee, a German network of spies the British have turned." "For American Tom Wall, the days have run together as he awakens to find himself locked in a British military asylum. Wounded and shell-shocked, all he knows is that his brother, Earl, betrayed Tom's unit in Crete, causing one of the bloodiest massacres of the war." "MI5 releases Tom by way of a bargain. Pretend to be Earl and convince Sondegger to reveal how and where he has arranged to transmit his intelligence to Germany. Fail, and spend the rest of the war in jail. Succeed, and Tom, though still considered a danger to himself, will be allowed to leave the hospital to find Earl - who may well be a Nazi informant." But Sondegger proves himself to be a formidable opponent. Even as he surrendered himself to the British, he knew the Japanese fleet had sailed for Pearl Harbor. The question is: Who will gain more if the Allies prevent the attack? Sondegger, MI5, the OSS, Tom, and Earl's wife, Harriet, all have different answers. Unable to trust anyone, Tom attempts to save the Twenty Committee and stop the attack on Pearl Harbor as the clock counts down.
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If fans of classic WWII thrillers like Ken Follett's Eye of the Needle and Jack Higgins's The Eagle Has Landed are searching for that next great read, they need not look any further than Double Cross Blind, the electrifying debut novel by Joel N. Ross.

Set in the days leading up to Japan's attack on Pearl Harbor, the novel revolves around a covert group within MI5 (the British secret service agency responsible for security and counter-espionage) known as the Twenty Committee, which operates the ingenious Double Cross System. After identifying and capturing German spies, the group either executes the operatives or "turns" them so they can be used as double agents. One of these captives, Dietrich Sondegger, has information that could devastate the Twenty Committee. MI5 then commandeers Thomas Wall, an American who enlisted with the Canadian armed forces out of a desire to fight fascism. Wounded in action on Crete and recovering from shell shock in a British asylum, a reluctant Wall is ordered to help extract information from Sondegger. But when the Nazi spy gives Wall detailed directives regarding an imminent Japanese attack on America, Wall has to puzzle out why a Nazi would freely offer up this information.

The impressive aura of authenticity of Double Cross Blind is not surprising: Ross's father and five of his uncles served in WWII, and, according to the author's bio, their stories provided invaluable background for the novel. Masterfully blending historical facts with insights based on newly declassified evidence -- and replete with espionage, intrigue, and clandestine military adventure -- Double Cross Blind will appeal not only to WWII aficionados but also to fans of suspense novelists like Clancy, Ludlum, and DeMille. As far as debut novels go, this one is about as impressive as it gets. Paul Goat Allen
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On the morning of December 1, 1941, at the start of Ross's debut thriller, American Thomas Wall wakes up in a London hospital, where he's recovering from wounds he suffered as a member of a Canadian unit massacred in battle on Crete. Thomas blames his diplomat brother, Earl, for betraying his unit to the Nazis and wants to know where Earl is. Later that day, a British intelligence officer persuades Thomas to pose as his brother in order to pump a captured German spy. Aware of Thomas's identity, the spy sets him on the trail of hidden microfilm containing information regarding the upcoming Japanese attack in the Pacific. Thomas attempts to enlist the aid of Earl's wife, Harriet, but as she works for British intelligence, she has her own plans. A by-the-numbers plot, clich d minor characters (including cockney hit men and a gold-hearted stripper), protagonists as unlikable as the antagonists and a foreseeable conclusion (hint: America will go to war) all add up to a routine read. Agent, Henry Morrison. (July 12) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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Seven days before the Japanese attack Pearl Harbor, U.S. Sgt. Tom Wall escapes a British asylum intent on avenging his unit, which fell into a bloody battle in Crete. Shell-shocked, sleep deprived, and recovering from painful hand surgery, Tom is convinced that he knows who betrayed him: his older brother, Earl, now with the American embassy in London. But Earl is missing, and even Earl's wife, Harriet, a Special Ops executive, does not know where he is. When MI5 officials catch Tom, they offer him a deal: pose as Earl to extract sensitive information from Sondegger, a captured Nazi spy, and maintain the integrity of one of the most closely kept secrets of the war, the Twenty Committee. Tom must race to find Earl and thwart Sondegger's plans to transmit crucial intelligence. Throw in a love triangle (Harriet was Tom's first sweetheart) and plenty of action for a first-rate debut that will appeal to fans of espionage thrillers. Recommended for all libraries. [See Prepub Alert, LJ 3/1/05.]-Christine Perkins, Burlington P.L., WA Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
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"A superb World War II thriller.... Haunting and unforgettable." – Patricia Cornwell"Intelligent, fresh, exhilarating. A new career is launched." – Daniel Silva“A classic World War II spy story with all the suspense and action associated with . . . Ken Follett and Jack Higgins.”   –The Advocate  (Baton Rouge)
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  • ISBN-13: 9780385513883
  • Publisher: Doubleday Publishing
  • Publication date: 7/12/2005
  • Pages: 384
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.30 (h) x 1.10 (d)

Meet the Author

Joel Ross studied history at Hampshire College and taught English abroad for a short time before writing Double Cross Blind, his first novel. His father served in WWII, along with all five of his uncles, and their stories provided some of the background for the book. Currently, Ross lives in Maine with his wife, Lee.

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Double Cross Blind


By Joel N. Ross

Random House

Joel N. Ross
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ISBN: 0385513887


Chapter One


11:46 p.m., December 1, 1941


The young woman hitched her skirt to her thighs, revealing slender legs encased in lisle stockings.

"I do apologize they're not silk," she told the man in the shiny black waistcoat. "So terrifically hard to find silk these days, isn't it?" She lifted her skirt a fraction higher, and as the man gaped she brought the heavy iron piping down hard on his skull.

He fell to his knees and made a funny wheeze.

It was rather exciting. She hadn't been in London during the Blitz, but oh how she'd envied them the drama. The whine and clump of the incendiaries and ack-ack shells, the streams of tracers and the barrage balloons bumbling overhead. Now the Luftwaffe was raiding more heavily again, and she felt a glow of pleasure at being part of the grand sweep of things-a glitzy Berlin cabaret, with brilliant spotlights sweeping the darkened stage, but better for the real tears and blood and love.

And bomb sites were super places to trap and scrap onetime informants. The man in the shiny waistcoat was like a funny crab, trying to crawl away over the rubble. She checked that the message he'd given her was intact. She knew that some people in the SD-the Sicherheitsdienst, the security service of the SS-considered her flighty. They'd laughed that her code name should be Schmetterling, Butterfly. But she wasn't flighty. She was dedicated and smart and she did what needed doing.

She lifted the iron piping to finish the man but was interrupted by the gleam of a blackout torch pricking among the wreckage and an air warden calling out, "Hallo? Miss? You're within the danger area."

"Oh this poor man!" she cried. "Please-he's hit, he's injured. Oh, do help!"

She knelt as if to care for the man and put her knee on his throat.

"What? Is the gentleman hurt?" The elderly air warden hurried forward, babbling questions.

She felt the knobby bone of the man's throat crack and separate under her knee. She heard him wheeze and die, but it was nothing so climactic as a death-rattle. She stood, her hand to her own throat in horror, her eyes wet and wide.

The air warden became agitated, and she began to weep. It was curious, the lingering scent of a bomb site. Brick dust as thick as the London fog mixed with the smell of damp plaster and heavy clay and the bitter waft of domestic gas hissing from shattered pipes. The bouquet of an eviscerated building. She even imagined that the man in the shiny waistcoat had exuded a sort of fleshy-sweet fragrance, like narcissus, as he'd died.

She sniffled away from the air warden, murmuring that she simply had to leave, then rode her bicycle through the dark streets to slip into Mr. Pentham's house through the garden. She memorized the message the man had given her and destroyed it. Was it bad news? She couldn't decide. She was forbidden to contact Hamburg except once: the first and final time, when the mission was complete. The British had direction finders, and there was no reason to jeopardize the operation by using her wireless too soon.

The agent she called "Bookbinder" was in place. Not the place he'd intended, but in place nonetheless. He could not fail. Her faith in him was religious. The two of them together would ensure the victory of the Fatherland. It shouldn't be long now, ten days at the outside.

It was the most thrilling assignment of her career, and her satisfaction was complete-except for the occasional whiff of dead Mr. Pentham, who, she was afraid, was beginning to go off. But even that could be ignored, caught as she was in the excitement. She considered the message again. She'd never met a Yank, not really. Thomas Wall. Perhaps she'd call him Tommy.


CHAPTER TWO

Early Morning, December 1, 1941


Thomas Wall woke from what wasn't quite sleep. The bedside lamp smeared feeble light on the patterned tin ceiling and the scarred wooden bedposts. He sat up and the room reeled. He steadied himself against the mattress, his breath catching at the pain in his bandaged right hand.

The broken memory of a fever dream flashed and was gone. England. He was in London. The Rowansea Royal Hospital-a hospital dormitory, an asylum, once packed to the rafters with shell-shocked husks of the Great War. Now a new generation clamored at the gates as Churchill faced Hitler across the narrow Channel.

Tom had a bed in a semiprivate alcove, and the enforced company of hollow-eyed men stiff and brittle as scarecrows. All he needed was time, quiet, cool darkness. He needed sleep. Hadn't slept for two days and-

Someone was coming. He heard footsteps on the tile floor, sounding over the snoring, wheezing inmates. Tom turned his head, and the light of the hallway blinded him, shining like a deadly beacon on a deadly night. The operation. The recovery. The airfield on Crete. He lifted his bandaged hand to shield his eyes and heard the rustle of skirts.

"Harriet?" he said.

"Still awake, love?" a nurse replied, matronly and bustling.

"You and me both, Mrs. Harper. No rest for the wicked."

"The weary, Mr. Wall. No rest for the weary."

"Them, either-but what would you and I know about that?"

She clucked. "How you do go on!"

But he didn't go on. He stayed. He had recovered-except for his hand-but he stayed in the asylum, cutting paper dolls. All he needed was rest and sleep and . . . Earl. He needed Earl. Earl was a walking bomb only Tom could defuse.

". . . it's coming on seven," Mrs. Harper was saying, "and you have a visitor this morning."

"Seven? It's morning?" Another disorientation, the dawn obscured by the blackout curtains. Then he heard the rest of it: "I what? I have a what?"

She clucked again. "Hush, now. You'll wake the others."

He had a visitor. His family was in the States. In England, there were only Earl, Harriet, and Chilton. Not Chilton, never Harriet. Then Earl? He needed a gun. He needed his Colt. He needed his BAR, snap off the bipod and work it till the muzzle caught fire. He levered off the sheets. Beneath the white bandages, his right hand throbbed.

"Set yourself down, love," Mrs. Harper said. "Rushing's the last thing to heal you."

"What visitor? An American?"

"You know what the governor said, Mr. Wall-steady as she goes." She drew the alcove curtains, and a mumbling moved through the room as light seeped in. "I told them, didn't I? No visitors. But do they listen to an old nurse who's been tending her boys since the Aisne River?"

"I'm steady," Tom said. "I'm four-oh. What visitor?"

"A gentleman from the Home Guard . . . or so he claimed. Called past midnight, if you please! I put him off, of course. He'll be coming at half eight, so we'll need to shave and dress, Mr. Wall."

"He claims to be from the Home Guard?"

"A Mr. Davies-Frank. Fire Control-or so his calling card said."

"Davis Frank?"

She hushed him and led him into the hall. There were doors every twenty feet down the wide institutional corridor, and buckets of sand-in case of fire-every ten. "Mr. Davies-Frank," she said. "Gentleman of your generation, and why he's not in uniform, I wouldn't presume."

"Not American, then," he said. Not Earl.

"English as the day is long, with an accent that could roast chestnuts. Nothing like-" Mrs. Harper shook her head. "I won't hear a word against Americans, but if you won't fight the Germans, I'm sure the king going on bended knee to your Ambassador Winant won't change his mind."

"This Davies-Frank mentioned Ambassador Winant?" Tom asked. "The embassy?" The embassy was where Earl worked-when he wasn't working elsewhere.

"There now, Mr. Wall," the nurse said. "Less of that, if you please."

She unlocked a door and led him past the chapel and the display of flags. Four flags were American, taken in 1814 when the Brits set fire to the White House. Some of the old pensioners liked to twit Tom about the captured flags, so he pretended to think they were veterans of the War of 1812 and was rewarded with toothless and grizzled smiles.

Mrs. Harper led Tom toward the governor's wing and unlocked a final door. "Journey's end, Mr. Wall. Shave, bathe, and dress. I'll have Mr. MacGovern bring you a nibble. Is there anything else you'll be needing?"

"Scrub my back?"

She clucked in amusement, and was gone.

Beyond the door was a small, tidy bedroom. There was a suit laid out on the bed, and a narrow paneled door opening to an attached bathroom. There was a razor in the bathroom, an old-fashioned cut-throat with a handsome ivory handle. What the hell? Giving an inmate a straight razor instead of a safety?

He couldn't think. His mind was sluggish, exhausted as his body. He wanted sleep, he wanted Earl, he wanted Harriet-

Shaving left-handed was awkward, and with a cut-throat it was worse. There had been a girl who'd shaved him during the worst of it. He remembered that. He remembered her breath smelled of licorice and her front teeth were off-kilter, and she'd smiled at his gallantries as if she didn't suffer a thousand daily flirtations, a thousand broken men trying to prove themselves whole.

He cut himself on the chin, cut himself on the cheek, then stripped and stood under the shower until the stink of the dormitory sloughed off. The water was cold and smelled crisply metallic. It roused him and he realized he was still here, still going through the empty motions, when he needed to be gone.

He toweled dry and slopped a bowlful of sudsy water onto the tile floor, and left the razor at the edge of the basin.

He dressed. The suit was his-he'd bought it last year in Burlington Arcade, before it caught a Luftwaffe bomb. There was no wallet in the pocket, no money, nothing. An empty suit for an empty man.

The door opened and MacGovern entered. He was tall and bent, like Ichabod Crane, with bony shoulders and a gaunt face. He was stronger than he looked, and he ruled the men with a brutal bonhomie.

"Got yourself all prettied up, then," MacGovern said, putting a tray on the bedside table.

Tom ignored the tea and dry biscuit. "Mmm."

"You look a little sailor boy, at sea in your own suit."

"That's right, Mac."

"Audience with the king, I told the lads. What do they want with you, then?"

"My recipe for coffee cake."

Mac cuffed him. "Your bleeding lip, more like. I hear the man's calling from the War Office. Or is he the Yard's Special Branch?"

"Horse Guards. Want to come? They're in the market for a jackass."

"Better than a lame dog. Bloody one-handed Yank . . ."

Tom said "mmm" again and slipped his feet into the shoes. Nothing would placate Mac, not if he felt Tom's treatment was a challenge to his authority-being allowed a shave, a shower, and a mysterious meeting without Mac's permission. But he'd get his own back tomorrow, or the next day, or the day after that.

Tom crouched over his shoelaces, and MacGovern finally glanced into the bathroom, finally saw the straight razor on the counter.

"Stupid cow, handing that to the likes of you." His spindly legs unfolded like a stepladder and he was inside the bathroom almost before Tom knew he was moving. "Lucky you didn't give me a crisp new grin, from ear to ear."

Tom smiled and launched forward from his crouch. He hit MacGovern's waist with his shoulder just as MacGovern set his second foot on the soapy tile floor.

MacGovern buckled and windmilled his arms. He caught at the wet towel flopped over a hook and cursed and fell hard, his legs flinging upward.

"Bleeding fuck!" he yelled, splayed there like a stick figure come undone. "I'll see you get a week without-"

Tom dropped on him, his elbow hard into MacGovern's gut, and while Mac was gasping for breath, he took a handful of Mac's hair in his good hand and beat his head against the floor. Three times, and MacGovern stopped struggling. Four, and he was moaning in a semiconscious daze, his outflung hand clenching and unclenching.

Tom pulled Mac's arms around the water pipe, careful not to slip on the wet tile, and bound his wrists with the man's necktie. It was painful work, Tom's right hand flaring beneath the bandage, but he did it-tight as he could manage.

He stepped back. The exhaustion was gone, replaced with edgy euphoria. He'd done it. It was he and Earl in this lightless, ravaged city. He took MacGovern's keys and wallet, then closed the bathroom door and locked the bedroom. If luck was with him, the room was soundproof. If not, MacGovern's yell would raise the alarm.

Nothing he could do. Nothing but find Earl, and stop him.


Tom slipped down the corridor toward the kitchen stairs. He found himself in the front hall, what they called the Court Room, with its painted ceiling and dingy colonnades. A moment of vertigo, and then he knew where he was. He turned and-

Voices in the hallway. If they caught him now, with MacGovern bruised and bloody, no way he'd get another chance.

The voices grew louder, then faded.

He willed his heart to stop pounding. Sgt. Thomas Wall-Rosenblatt had called him "Tommy Gun," and the nickname caught on among the other men. That was him: fearless, quick, decisive . . . afraid of the echo of gossiping nurses.

No time for self-pity. He unlocked a set of double doors with MacGovern's key and walked twenty feet before a nurse came into the hall. He nodded without meeting her eyes, continued walking.
She said something behind him.

He said, "Yes, thank you," and didn't slow.

He turned a corner, opened a door, and slipped into a coatroom that stank of camphor. How soon before MacGovern was found? How long before Mrs. Harper returned? He rifled through the hangers, grabbed an old army greatcoat, and shrugged it on. The hall was empty. He went down the stairs and into the kitchen, past the sandbags and out the side door.

Fresh air.

Tom blinked, breathed, and made himself walk slowly across the wide windblown street. A pinprick of tension ached between his shoulder blades, as if he were expecting a bullet. He headed down the next street, trotted kitty-corner across the intersection. He boarded a tram, and fifteen minutes later he found himself on a common-Streatham, Clapham, where the hell was he? London somewhere.<<br>
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  • Anonymous

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    A SUSPENSEFUL WHAT-MIGHT-BEEN SCENARIO

    Drawing upon his rich imagination as well as the stories related to him by his father and five uncles, all of whom served in World War II, Ross debuts with a suspenseful what-might-have-been scenario. In the days before the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor American Tom Wall spends his days in a British hospital where he's recovering from wounds and shell shock. What he does know with certainty is that his brother, Earl, is a traitor who turned in information about Tom's unit in Crete to the Nazis. His one desire is to find Earl. Obviously, he needs to be out of the hospital to do this and his only way of release is to agree to impersonate Earl and find out from Nazi spy, Sondegger, exactly what Sondegger knows about the upcoming Japanese attack and how this information will be sent to the Germans. Sondegger is not a pushover and soon Tom and Sondegger are matching more than wits. Stage, television and screen actor Holter Graham offers an exemplary reading of this tale of espionage, as he details the days, the hours prior to the horrendous assault on Pearl Harbor. - Gail Cooke

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    rousing World War II espionage thriller

    On December 1, 1941, American Thomas Wall becomes alert in a London asylum though he aches all over. He is recovering from severe wounds received in battle on Crete where his Canadian unit was slaughtered due to a betrayal. Thomas¿s diplomatic brother, Earl, sold his troops out to the Nazis. When Thomas recovers fully, he plans to confront and probably kill his sibling. British M15 intelligence officers coax Thomas to work with them masquerading as his brother in order to gain information from captured German spy Sondegger and protect the Twenty Committee of double agents. Sondegger gives him clues to microfilm that contain Japanese information on a pending attack of American Pacific bases. Needing help, Thomas turns to his former lover and now Earl's British Intel wife, Harriet, but he quickly wonders if that was an error as he struggles with who is a friend and who is a foe. --- DOUBLE CROSS BLIND is a rousing World War II espionage thriller that sub-genre fans will gain immense pleasure from. Ironically though the reader knows the big picture event that will happen in less than a week, the beleaguered hero tries to obtain the information to prevent or at least prepare for the attack. Though the secondary characters come out of stereotypical espionage 101, Joel N. Ross provides an exhilarating tense thriller that grips the audience due to its reluctant champion, a soldier forced into the cold. --- Harriet Klausner

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