Stephen W. Ayers
The second thriller in the Jordan Kline Series.
In 1945, as the Third Reich collapses and Berlin burns, a group of dedicated Nazis meticulously plot revenge for their humiliating defeat in the Second World War.
Years pass and the State of Israel grows into a modern and vibrant country. But is all as it should be within the Jewish state?
The Deputy Director of the nuclear plant in Dimona is murdered during a conference at the Sands Tel Aviv hotel, managed by Jordan Kline, ex Mossad agent turned hotelier. The only clue is a swastika and four letters desperately scrawled on a bathroom mirror. But what can the Nazi symbol possibly represent in today’s Israel?
Jordan Kline is once more reluctantly embroiled in the world he tried so hard to turn his back on after becoming disillusioned with the continued violence in the agency.
He uncovers a diabolical conspiracy born in the dying days of the Second World War. Fulfilling a deadly mission created by Nazis already long in their graves, it now threatens to unleash a massive onslaught that can only lead to annihilation of Israel.
Can Jordan Kline uncover the horrific truth and identify the conspirators before it is too late? Can he unravel the secret before time runs out?
The unique and deeply disturbing plot of The Righteous Within will have you gasping for breath and in suspense until the last page as you follow Jordan Kline’s dangerous race against time and deadly enemies intent on killing him and destroying Israel.
The White Sands hotel Tel Aviv...
Jordan followed Shalom into the bedroom. Ronni was lying on his back in the bed. His lifeless eyes stared up at the ceiling. His arms were neatly arranged alongside his body on top of the sheet covering him. There were no signs of violence, but the room seemed too perfect, too natural. Jordan had seen many dead, had killed more than his fair share both in the army and on special operations, but this scared him. It was too neat. Ronni could not possibly have died in this posture. Who had arranged his body like that, and why? Who would want kill Ronni, or had he died of natural causes? No, that did not seem likely. He turned to face Shalom, his mind a whirl of thoughts.
“Know what you’re thinking Jord, and I agree with you. There is something really creepy about the set up in the room. It’s as if he just got into bed and died, just like that! Even put his arms alongside his body and then gave up the ghost. I took a quick look see before you got here. Martine found him when she came to check the VIP stuff. The unnerving thing is, I found nothing out of the ordinary, and that is what got me going. I haven’t touched the body, but come and have a look at this in the bathroom. I waited for you to come to take a closer look.” Shalom said as he led the way.
Once in the bathroom he closed the door and turned the shower on full blast at the hottest setting behind the open shower curtain. Shalom explained, “I saw some smears on the mirror. Hardly noticeable, so I want to mist it up and see if they mean anything. Perhaps the poor bastard left us a clue. There’s not much else to go on unless we find fingerprints, and that, as you know, is most unlikely if this was professional.”
The mirror started misting over as steam filled the bathroom, billowing out from the scalding water behind the curtain. They could now see the smears standing out in contrast to the rest of the mirror that had clouded over evenly. Staring at them from the glass surface they could make out a small Nazi swastika with the letters or word KALB written hurriedly underneath it. It looked like it was scrawled on the mirror nervously with a finger that had been rubbed in the bar of soap. It was still sitting in a small pool of soapy water on the hand basin.