Blood Oath

He wanted to make peace with the past....Peter Houston just wanted to find the grave of the war-hero father he never knew--a yearning that would draw him thousands of miles from home to the military cemetary in France.Instead, he stumbled into a shadowy underworld....He enver dreamed his private pilgrimage would unearth a decades-long secret that would plunge him into a deadly labyrinth of intrigue and murder.Now, he's fighting for survival....As ruthless assassins hunt him through the cities of Europe, he'll struggle to stay alive. But when they murder the woman he loves, he'll turn from hunted to hunter.And swearing a blood oath of vengeance....Tracking down his ruthless tormentors, he'll discover a truth he could not imagine...and could possibly destroy him.
"Houston felt a sudden chill that made him tremble. Just the wind across this hill, he told himself without believing. His rented Citroen was parked on the highest point of land around here. He leaned against it and stared down at the military graveyard half a mile below him. Gusts tugged at his hair and numbed his cheeks. He had to squint. A tear stung his right eye. Just the wind, he thought again but still did not believe. Sure, just the wind. The crosses gleamed, as if each morning squads of grieving soldiers passed among them wiping dust and polishing. Their brilliance bothered Houston. Their calm order was disturbing. Thirty-seven years ago, ten thousand soldiers died down there. He wondered if a general had stood where he now leaned against the Citroen. The valley would have been a seething hellhole: flames, explosions, smoke and craters, bodies strewn across the savaged landscape, chaos rumbling."