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Chapter One
Casablanca, Morocco - Anfa Airfield
August 12, 1943


I turned away from the hot wind gusting against my face, gave up watching for incoming aircraft, and went inside. Again. I glanced at the clerk pecking away at his typewriter, avoiding my eyes. I’d asked him the same question so often he’d begun to ignore me, in the polite fashion of a busy corporal who didn’t want to be pestered by a dimea-dozen second lieutenant who’d drifted in from another outfit.
     When is the flight expected in?
     Dunno, sir.
     Who am I supposed to meet?
     Dunno, sir.
     Where is your commanding officer?
     Dunno, sir.

     He was very good at not knowing anything. I paced the room, back and forth along the tall windows that fronted the airfield, watching the sky for a glimpse of B-24 bombers. It was cool inside, the whitewashed stonework keeping out the midday Moroccan heat.
     “Relax, Billy,” Kaz said. He tilted back in his chair, crossing his legs, but not before shaking out the crease in his trousers. Kaz dressed only in tailored uniforms, even when it was desert khaki. Lieutenant Piotr Augustus Kazimierz—Kaz to his friends—was with the Polish Army in Exile, attached to General Eisenhower’s headquarters. Kaz was a real baron as well, which he usually only brought up when trying to get a decent table at a restaurant. In French Morocco or Algeria, a baron easily outranked a colonel, at least as far as any decent maître d’ was concerned.
     “Relax? I was relaxed, back at the Hotel Saint George in Algiers,” I said, knowing I sounded half-crazed. Yesterday I’d been ready for some well-needed leave with my girl in the swankiest joint in Algiers, and now here I was waiting for who-knows-what at an army airfield six hundred miles away. “How can I relax when even General Eisenhower didn’t know about these orders?”
     “If worrying and pacing would help, I would join you,” Kaz said, tossing aside the week-old newspaper he’d been reading. It was the Miami Herald, dog-eared and yellowed after its long journey. Anfa Airfield was on the Air Transport Command run from the States. Miami to Puerto Rico, then down to Brazil, over the Atlantic to Dakar and up to Casablanca. The flight office was a good place to pick up discarded newspapers from home and see what the civilian world was up to. I glanced at the front page and saw that coal miners were out on strike, even though the United Mine Workers had made a no-strike pledge when the war began. FDR was threatening to end deferments for any miners who stayed out on strike, but only a few had returned to work. Steel mills had been shut down for two weeks without coal to fuel their furnaces. No coal meant no steel. No steel meant no tanks, bayonets, or destroyers. I should have gone straight to the funnies.
     “They came direct from the War Department,” I said, dropping into the chair next to Kaz, struggling to keep my voice low. “Signed by General Marshall himself, Army Chief of Staff. He’s Ike’s boss.”
     “I am well aware of who General Marshall is,” Kaz said. “If I had not been, the twenty or so times you have told me since we left Algiers would’ve sufficed to inform me.”
     “Don’t you find it strange that our boss’s boss is sending us orders direct from Washington D.C.? And that General Eisenhower doesn’t have a clue what it’s all about? Never mind the fact that we’re stuck here waiting for a courier and no one seems to know anything?” I failed utterly at keeping my voice low. The corporal ceased his typing and looked up at me, shaking his head wearily.
     “It is strange,” Kaz said. “But then, life is strange, is it not? I never thought I would serve in the British Army, much less work for our general, and with you to keep me company. So what is one more small
surprise? Patience, Billy.”
     “I don’t have time for patience,” I said, and rose to get back to my pacing. I thought I heard Kaz stifle a laugh, or maybe it was the corporal. I didn’t care. I’d left Diana Seaton back in Algiers, which was where I wanted to be right now. Diana is an agent with the Special Operations Executive. She’s a lady, an authentic British aristocrat. I’m Boston Irish, and hardly a fancy-pants kind of guy. We make one damned odd couple. Diana’s last assignment had been a rough one, and we had both been looking forward to a week of time to ourselves. Maybe this summons would amount to nothing and I’d be back at the Hotel Saint George in time for dinner. Hell, if worrying doesn’t help, as Kaz said, why not be an optimist? I tried, but he was much more practiced at nonchalance than I’d ever be.
     Kaz hasn’t had an easy time in this war either, but that’s a long story. The scar he got last year has healed as well as expected, but it’s still the first thing you notice when you see him. A jagged line from eye to cheekbone, it’s a constant reminder of all he’s lost. Both of the people I’m closest to over here have lost what’s most dear in their lives, so I tend to be protective of them. Quite a job in wartime.
     Two P-38 Lightning fighters swept in over the airstrip, distracting me from thoughts of personal losses. They banked low and disappeared beyond the rolling green hills facing the sea. I strained my eyes and thought I saw tiny dots in the distance. The B-24s? Perhaps the fighters had been their escorts.
     “Lieutenant Boyle?” A door slammed and a major in rumpled khakis strode into the flight office, a cigarette dangling from his lips. He glanced at the corporal who indicated me.
     “Yes sir,” I said. “Can you tell me anything? We’ve been waiting for hours.”
     “All I know is I’m supposed to give the two of you use of my office, to meet with a US Navy officer on this incoming flight from Dakar. He’ll be brought straight here.” He drew on his cigarette and spit out a bit of tobacco. “And don’t ask me any goddamn questions because I don’t have any goddamn answers. Make it snappy and clear out of my goddamn office pronto, I’ve got an airbase to run. Understood?”
     “Yes sir,” I said. We followed him down the hall to an office facing the runway, floor-to-ceiling windows giving a clear view of incoming aircraft. The sign on the door said Major Kilpatrick, Executive Officer. Whoever was behind all this had enough clout to make a major nervous. For all his bluster, I could tell Kilpatrick was putting the best face on a bad situation. Hell, it made me nervous too.
     “Do not sit at my desk, Lieutenant,” Kilpatrick said. I nodded my agreement as he crushed out his cigarette in the overflowing ashtray, leaving it smoldering as he departed, curses issuing from between clenched teeth. Kaz flopped into one of the chairs facing the tall windows overlooking the runway.
     “As usual, we have not made a friend,” Kaz said, his smile tight, almost a grimace, where it touched the scar. “Mere lieutenants with orders from powerful men are viewed with such suspicion. It shows how insecure most officers really are.”
     “For some guys, the rank is all they have. Junior officers with clout upset their view of the world,” I said. “I knew a few cops like that back in Boston. But you can’t blame Major Kilpatrick. No one likes being tossed out of their digs, even for an hour.”
     “Perhaps,” Kaz said. “Although he could have been more courteous. I am tempted to sit at his precious desk in retribution.” Kaz’s eyes sparkled behind his steel-rimmed spectacles, and I was glad to see his impish humor hadn’t entirely disappeared. Kaz was thin-framed, his motions languid, as if he could barely be troubled to endure the follies
of the world. In the right light he reminded me of Leslie Howard, the English actor who’d been killed while flying over the Bay of Biscay a couple of months ago. More so now that Howard was dead, I think. Death became Kaz. It haunted him and he haunted it right back. I was worried that one day he’d follow the grim reaper wherever he led him, but until then I kept my eye on my friend, trying to keep him amused. And alive.
     “There,” I said, as an array of dots coalesced into a formation of B-24s approaching the airfield. PB4Ys, as the navy called them. I could make out the camouflage colors, white on the bottom and a dull gray on top. These guys were probably headed for antisubmarine duty, hunting U-boats in the Mediterranean or off the Atlantic coast of France. What that had to do with me, I had not a clue.
     The big four-engine bombers lumbered in for a landing, jeeps and trucks racing out to direct them as they taxied off the runway. We watched as engines switched off and crews exited the aircraft, stretching after hours in cramped, cold quarters. No one seemed in a hurry. Crewmen began climbing aboard trucks which rolled off toward buildings on the other side of the runway. Mess hall, perhaps. If they’d flown in from Dakar, they’d probably been making the South Atlantic run from the States. I’d be hungry myself, but if I carried orders from General Marshall I might put that aside.
     “Perhaps this is not the flight we are waiting for,” Kaz said.
     I was almost ready to agree when a jeep with an officer at the wheel raced across the runway, straight for us. It was a navy officer, still wearing his fleece-lined leather jacket in the North African heat. That had to be our man.
     The jeep braked hard a few yards short of the window, spraying a cloud of dust that swirled around the driver. He got out and removed his flying cap and leather jacket, tossing them nonchalantly on the seat as he looked around, waiting for someone.
     Then I recognized him. Square jaw, thick black hair, gleaming eyes.
     It was Joe Goddamn Kennedy.

Revue de presse :

Praise for The White Ghost

“Billy Boyle gets better and better. This is a must-read series.”
—Lee Child 

“A complex tale that maps the human cost of warfare in the South Pacific—and delivers a deft portrait of a young Jack Kennedy struggling to recover from the losses of PT-109. Poignant and riveting.”
—Francine Mathews, author of JACK1939

"Cleverly told . . . The book weaves fascinating military facts with obscure historical details about the islands and native life."
The Arizona Republic

"Page-turning . . . For avid readers of all things World War II–fact and fiction–author James Benn’s 10th suspenseful Billy Boyle mystery novel again provides the captivating mix of both in The White Ghost." 
—Examiner.com

"Remarkable . . . Benn’s research gives readers a you-are-there feeling about that long ago war, but the strongly developed characters always remain front and center. Readers will assume—with good reason—that our future president will not become the villain in The White Ghost but Benn maintains suspense as we see both the charm and the ruthlessness of Kennedy."
—CT News

"The White Ghost is a strongly conceived, brilliantly executed murder mystery, interweaving real-life historical figures into a fictional storyline. This is one of the best series mysteries currently being written, and each new book is better than the last."
Mysterious Reviews

"One fun aspect among the multiple glories of the Billy Boyle World War II mysteries is the author’s clever and creative way of interjecting actual historical figures into the plots."
—The Day

"Riveting . . . Great historical fiction for readers who crave a good mystery as well as a good war story."
—Historical Novel Society

"[Benn's] characters are wonderfully drawn, especially his star duo but also in this case also Jack Kennedy, not the easiest historical figure to capture convincingly. And his picture of the world of the Pacific Theater of the Second World War is terrifically evocative . . . The White Ghost [is] a delicious summer hour’s read."
—Open Letters Monthly

"The tension between a murder investigation and wartime action has always been at the heart of this series—How can one killing matter in a world where hundreds die every day?—but here it is ramped up to a new level, in terms of both suspense and character development. Working with recently declassified documents about the Solomon Islands Campaign, Benn spins an absolute corker of a war story. The best of an always satisfying series."
—Bill Ott, Booklist, Starred Review

"Billy's 10th case features a delicious premise, a full-bodied portrait of young JFK, and a beautifully textured look at military life in World War II."
—Kirkus Reviews

"The historical details are stellar in Benn’s tenth series outing." 
—Library Journal 

"Benn does a good job of capturing life under the constant threat of Japanese attack—and depicting the Kennedys as flawed human beings."
—Publishers Weekly 

Praise for The Rest Is Silence


“With its very smooth mix of mystery and historical references (with a dash of Downton Abbey), just about everybody will find something of interest in this fizzy retro cocktail.”
—Library Journal 

“This series continues to grow, with the characters adding depth in each episode, and the ever-fascinating historical material dexterously tucked into the plot.”
—Bill Ott, Booklist

“Benn offers a thrilling mix of fact and fiction in his ninth whodunit featuring Boston cop-turned-army investigator Billy Boyle. The affable and capable Boyle continues to grow as a character, and Benn effectively uses the impending Allied invasion of Europe as the background for the whodunit plot.”
—Publishers Weekly 

“[W]hiz-bang first-person narrative keeps the story afloat, and its Greatest Generation plot gives it an appealing sense of nostalgia.”
—Kirkus Reviews

"A double-edged sword of a novel. A ripping murder mystery and a meditation on the terrible costs of war—hidden and otherwise.”
—Reed Farrel Coleman

“This Billy Boyle World War II mystery is an exceptionally written book . . . the plot and historical sights and sounds are top-notch. Whether a reader holds WWII books or suspense books close to their heart, this one will be a true find.”
—Suspense Magazine

“[W]ill be savored by any fan of historical mysteries... don’t miss The Rest is Silence! Highly recommended.”
—I Love a Mystery

“Everything about this particular entry in the Billy Boyle series and the series in general makes for great reading. Benn does his research, and it shows in the quality of his writing. The scenes are intense, the dialogue powerful and genuine. Spend some time with Billy Boyle. You’ll be glad you did.” 
—The Weirs Times


Praise for the Billy Boyle series

“This book has got it all—an instant classic.”
—Lee Child

“Terrific . . . Razor sharp.”
—Joseph Finder

“Full of action, humor and heart.”
—Louise Penny

“Spirited wartime storytelling.”
—The New York Times Book Review

“A fast-paced saga set in a period when the fate of civilization still hangs in the balance.”
Wall Street Journal

“Consistently entertaining.”
WWII Magazine

“Stark and poignant.”
—Denver Post

“Benn's Billy Boyle mysteries are always entertaining, filled with riveting characters, and beautifully plotted stories.”
Seattle Post-Intelligencer

“Benn does a superb job of simultaneously capturing the personal anguish of war and creating a splendid adventure novel.”
Library Journal, Starred Review

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