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

“Wait,” Nikoloz complained, tugging at Vincent’s sleeve. “The world is turning too fast.” He wove from side to side as though crossing a heaving ship’s deck.


Vincent unlocked the car and shoved him into the front seat. Billy leaped into the back. Vincent glanced over his shoulder at the boy. Billy’s face was pale.


“You okay back there, kid?” he asked as he started the engine.


“You can find her, can’t you? I know she can’t stand me, but she’s the only sister I’ve got.”


“We’ll find her.” Vincent pulled out the tracking device and handed it to Nikoloz. “Can you handle this, partner?”


“It smells so vanilla. I can taste the green.”


Vincent plucked the small instrument from his hands and turned to face Billy. “Do you think you can navigate? All you have to do is tell me which direction the blinking dot is.”


Billy’s face lightened. “You put a homing beacon on Margaret.”


Chapter 40