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

Boone shook his head. “You two are in over your heads. Donnie’s dragged you into something that’s going to mean jail time if you don’t confess. Trespassing, intent to do bodily harm, intent to vandalize Dr. Yarborough’s place, shooting one of his guests….”


“You can’t prove we shot nobody.” Shem crossed his arms and looked sulky. “And anyhow, they were shooting at us.”


“You poor, dumb hicks.” Ernie dropped into a chair behind the desk and pulled out a stack of papers. “We got ways of telling what gun a bullet came out of. Now, we got them pistols with your fingerprints on ‘em. We got an officer over to the emergency room, too. All we got to do is match up which one fired the bullet they dig out of that fellow’s shoulder, and we got our man.”


“And we got the rest of you as accomplices,” Boone added. “Unless you sign a confession now.”


Chapter 27