The Gods of Atlantis

waft of cordite

ormann knew that Hitler’s days were numbered

He gave me a call on the off-chance that we might hook up

That transatlantic current dumps you in the Caribbean

the trail that was beginning to form in front of them would set up some waymarkers soon.

something he had married with Maurice Hiebermeyer’s obsession

they were on the cusp of something big

A hunch. A gut feeling that I’m on to something.’

criss-cross pattern

throes of some private rapture