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

“I have read the statements, interviewed the officers and suspects, and spoken to the judge,” Mr. Harrison was saying. “That’s why it has taken me so long to make my way out here. Judge Franklin is a circuit court judge. I had to drive nearly to Savannah to catch up to him.”


Cooter snorted, though Nikoloz was not certain if it was an opinion of the lawyer himself, the judge, or the supposedly long drive to the courthouse. The police probably had to drive quite a distance out here, and would consider “halfway to Savannah” to be a mere jaunt.


“Judge Franklin was quite agreeable,” Harrison continued. “Once I’d explained the situation to him, he agreed that his nephew and companions should be tried by an impartial party, perhaps even in another county. I’d imagine the poor man would be happy to wash his hands of that relative.”


Chapter 34