J.D. Ryan

Cold War, hot spies, y'all. Vincent and Kolya are back -- in the Deep South. They must protect a brilliant chemist and his family while the man completes the new formula he's promised to sell to T.H.R.U.S.T.<br><br>The assignment should have been a piece of pecan pie, but F.I.S.T. has its eye on the formula, and the local rednecks take exception to a bunch of Damn Yankees moving into their territory. Can the two spies keep the family safe? Will the doctor's two precocious children sabotage the whole assignment?<br><br>And what about Vincent and Kolya's new relationship? This is their first assignment since they made the decision to move in together. Can they cope with the strain of the job ... and the humidity? Or will their new romance be put on the back burner along with the grits and collard greens?

Southern Fried Spies

Dr. Yarborough pointed out the bowls of potatoes and green beans, along with a large bowl of salad and a basket of some sort of square chunks of bread. Margaret pointed the way to the dining room. “Where is your brother?” the doctor asked. “He’s on clean-up duty tonight.”


“He’s probably searching their suitcases or planting a camera in the apartment or something equally ridiculous.”


“That reminds me,” Vincent said, setting the potatoes and bread on the table. “We need to return his camera and tape recorder.”


“Don’t be offended,” the girl replied. “He does this to everybody. I have to lock the bathroom door when I take a shower.”


Dr. Yarborough carried the platter of chicken into the dining room. “Would you see if you can find him?” he asked his daughter, who rolled her eyes and left. “For once, I’d like to eat while the food is still hot.”


Chapter 8