Eva
EVA
NOVELS BY
I
B
M
ELCHIOR
ORDER of BATTLE
SLEEPER AGENT
CODE NAME GRAND GUIGNOL
THE MARCUS DEVICE
THE WATCHDOGS of ABADDON
EVA
Ib Melchior
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This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this novel are either fictitious or are used fictitiously.
Acknowledgments
The author wishes to express his appreciation for the valuable assistance given him in the research for this book by:
The San Pedro Boat Works, San Pedro, California
Dr. Leif Melchior, New York, N.Y.
The U.S. Army Information Service, Los Angeles, California
The Veterinary Medical Association, Los Angeles, California
The Modern Military Branch, Military Archives Division, National Archives and Records Service, Washington, D.C.
EVA is a work of fiction. All characters in the work, with the exception of the historical personages who are mentioned, are fictional. Any similarity to actual persons is purely coincidental.
—Ib Melchior
“Thirty-six years after the Second World War fresh mystery has arisen over the fate of Eva Braun, Hitler’s mistress and wife for one night. According to an eminent American scientist the body the Russians identified as that of Fraulein Braun was probably someone else.”
The Times
, London, July 3, 1981
Contents
PART 1
April 26 - May 4, 1945
1
H
E FELT A SHARP BLOW
to his right foot. He looked down. His boot was ripped open and crimson blood was welling out from the ragged gash. He knew his foot was shattered. He felt no pain— only surprise. He tried to move his ankle. He could not. He knew what had happened. A shell fragment or a bullet from the small arms fire below had torn through the unprotected floor of the slow-flying Fieseler Storch and struck him. He felt the little reconnaissance plane shudder. He was losing control.