The Last Nazi

Chapter 1

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Chapter 1

Havana, Cuba – 1949

The Beechcraft D18S hit the runway hard, its wheels skidding slightly on the sun-baked airstrip before settling into a smooth roll. The twin engines coughed, their growl dying into an uneasy idle as Cole Harper taxied toward the far end of the dirt strip.

He cut the engines, listening as the world outside the cockpit settled into the humid silence of the Cuban night. A black Packard waited just beyond the perimeter fence, its chrome grill glinting under the pale glow of the moon.

Right on time.

Cole exhaled and reached into his jacket, fingers brushing the rough canvas-wrapped bundle on the seat beside him. Smuggling artwork was easier than running guns, but it carried its own kind of risk—especially when the client was a Cuban politician with more enemies than friends.

He grabbed the package and swung the door open. The night air hit him like a damp rag, thick with the scent of salt, fuel, and tropical decay. A man stepped out of the Packard, adjusting his white linen suit as he approached.

Rafael Ibarra. Mid-forties, well-fed, with the kind of confidence that came from knowing he had armed men within shouting distance. Cole had worked with him before—never knew exactly who he worked for, but the man paid well and on time, which was all that mattered.

"You’re early," Ibarra said, his Spanish accent smoothing out his English.

"You’re lucky," Cole replied, tossing the package toward him. "Landed in Jamaica first. Thought about keeping it for myself. Hang it up on my wall."