Fiona Hood-Stewart

The Stolen Years


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      “Angus,” she gasped in amazement. “Is it really you?” Tears burst forth as she threw her arms around the stiff, motionless figure. Then, leaning back and holding his hands, she realized that his eyes were devoid of expression. “Angus.” She shook him anxiously. “Angus, it’s me, Flo. Say something, please.” She shook him again gently. Then another thought occurred. Gavin. Where was Gavin? She glanced around, as though expecting to see him among the group of men smoking and playing cards. Then she squeezed Angus’s hand once more.

      “Angus, you’re all right now. You’re with me.” His eyes flickered and her heart leapt. “Oh, Angus, darling, please. Please come back. Please tell me where Gavin is,” she whispered, almost to herself.

      “Dead.” The voice was flat.

      She stared at him, then shook her head. “No. It can’t be. No.” She shook her head again, her hands gripping his sleeve savagely. “Not Gavin.” She began shaking, then laughed hysterically. “People like Gavin don’t get killed. They’re immortal.”

      “It should have been me,” he whispered.

      “A thrilling drama of passion and revenge, brilliantly set against the epic backdrop of the twentieth century.”

      —Carla Neggers, bestselling author of The Carriage House

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      As always, for my boys,

      Sergio and Diego.

      For Daddy,

      in loving memory.

      This book is dedicated to all the men and women

      who gave their youth, their hopes and dreams

      and all too often their lives in the name of freedom.

      May we honor them by preserving their legacy.

      F.H.S.

      My deep gratification to David d’Albis for his untiring dedication in helping me research this manuscript.

      To Jean d’Albis, of Limoges, France, for recounting events as they took place and for the documents he furnished me with.

      Many thanks to Laure Kovats, Fran Garfunkel, Frances Lynch, Carter Parsley, Bonnie Skop,

      Miranda Stecyk and Donald Maas, my agent, for all the help along the way.

      Contents

       Part One

       Chapter 1

       Chapter 2

       Chapter 3

       Chapter 4

       Chapter 5

       Chapter 6

       Chapter 7

       Chapter 8

       Chapter 9

       Part Two

       Chapter 10

       Chapter 11

       Chapter 12

       Chapter 13

       Chapter 14

       Chapter 15

       Part Three

       Chapter 16

       Chapter 17

       Chapter 18

       Chapter 19

       Chapter 20

       Chapter 21

       Chapter 22

       Chapter 23

       Chapter 24

       Chapter 25

       Chapter 26

       Chapter 27

       Chapter 28

       Chapter 29

       Chapter 30

       Chapter 31

       Chapter 32

       Chapter 33

       Chapter 34

       Chapter 35

       Chapter 36

       Chapter 37

       Chapter