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Contents Books by the author Title Copyright Part I October 1942: Scottish Highlands Near Cockfosters October 1942: An Oasis South of Tobruk, Libya October 1942: Trent Park, Outskirts of London Somewhere in the English Countryside October 1942: Paris Early Morning, the Right Bank Parc Monceau on the Right Bank The Abwehr...
Contents Books by the author Title Copyright Part I October 1942: Scottish Highlands Near Cockfosters October 1942: An Oasis South of Tobruk, Libya October 1942: Trent Park, Outskirts of London Somewhere in the English Countryside October 1942: Paris Early Morning, the Right Bank Parc Monceau on the Right Bank The Abwehr, Military Intelligence Headquarters, in Hôtel Lutetia Left Bank, Paris. Rue de Vaugirard on the Left Bank Institut Pasteur Laboratory, Left Bank Left Bank Abwehr HQ at Hôtel Lutetia A Passage on the Left Bank Square Boucicaut, Left Bank Square Boucicaut, Left Bank Rue d’Assas Couvent des Soeurs du Sacré-Coeur Earlier Le Garage on rue d’Assas Le Garage on rue d’Assas Abwehr HQ at Hôtel Lutetia Hôtel Lutetia Lobby Abwehr HQ at Hôtel Lutetia Abwehr HQ at Hôtel Lutetia Dieter von Holz’s Office Room 312, Hôtel Lutetia Left Bank, rue du Bac Hôtel George V, Right Bank Hôtel George V, Right Bank Avenue George V Avenue George V In Front of Hôtel Lutetia Square Boucicaut, Opposite Hôtel Lutetia In Front of Hôtel Lutetia Rue de Sèvres Le Centre hospitalier Sainte-Anne Courtyard of le Centre hospitalier Sainte-Anne Le Centre hospitalier Sainte-Anne Incinerator, le Centre hospitalier Sainte-Anne Catacombs Entrance In the Catacombs Near Porte d’Orléans Part II Next Day: Over Cairo British Command HQ, Cairo Cairo Cairo Late Afternoon, Cairo Somewhere on the Nile Outskirts of Cairo on the Nile Cairo Gezira Island Noon at the Villa Tara Twilight: Cairo Evening: Cairo Evening: Cairo Villa Tara Near Heliopolis Night Flight to Paris Guy’s Hospital, London Acknowledgments Guide Cover Start Praise for Three Hours in Paris A National Bestseller A Wall Street Journal Best Mystery of the Year A Washington Post Best Thriller and Mystery Book of the Year A Seattle Times Best Crime Novel of the Year “Breathtaking! I found it hard to breathe from the first page . . . This thriller takes Cara Black to a whole new level.” —Rhys Bowen, New York Times bestselling author of The Tuscan Child, In Farleigh Field and the Royal Spyness series “Black keeps you guessing—and biting your nails—up to the very last page.” —Susan Elia MacNeal, author of the New York Times–bestselling Maggie Hope series “An unbreakable American heroine pitted against a charismatic German detective: pure gold in a wartime thriller. This hair-raising cat-and-mouse race across Nazi-occupied Paris left me breathless.” —Elizabeth Wein, award–winning author of Code Name Verity “As the author of 19 murder mysteries set in Paris, Black knows the city’s hidden squares and winding alleys. The wartime city and its grim undercurrent of fear are evocatively portrayed . . . Three Hours in Paris is reminiscent of Alan Furst at his best.” —Financial Times “An evocative depiction of wartime Paris and a lead you can’t help rooting for . . . If you’re seeking old-fashioned escapism, this has it in spades.” —The Times (UK) “[Three Hours in Paris] is both a stunning and brilliant work of imagination, and a tour de force of rigorous research . . . Fraught with tension and suspense.” —Bonjour Paris “This stand-alone, with its resourceful, all-American heroine and breathless pace, allows [Black] to flex a different muscle, aided by her deep knowledge of and affinity for all things French . . . A superior thriller with much to offer fans of World War II spy fiction drawn to intriguing what-if scenarios.” —Air Mail “Brilliantly building on the novel’s premise, Black constructs a surprise-filled plot, fueled by breathless pacing, Alan Furst-like atmosphere, and a textured look at Resistance fighters in Paris . . . Black stretches her wings here, soaring to new heights.” —Booklist, Starred Review BOOKS BY THE AUTHOR Murder in the Marais Murder in Belleville Murder in the Sentier Murder in the Bastille Murder in Clichy Murder in Montmartre Murder on the Ile Saint-Louis Murder in the Rue de Paradis Murder in the Latin Quarter Murder in the Palais Royal Murder in Passy Murder at the Lanterne Rouge Murder Below Montparnasse Murder in Pigalle Murder on the Champ de Mars Murder on the Quai Murder in Saint-Germain Murder on the Left Bank Murder in Bel-Air Murder at the Porte de Versailles Three Hours in Paris Night Flight to Paris To those lost to history who lived this story. Copyright © 2023 by Cara Black All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Soho Press, Inc.227 W 17th StreetNew York, NY 10011 Names: Black, Cara, 1951- author.Title: Night flight to Paris / Cara Black.Description: New York : Soho Crime, [2023]Identifiers: LCCN 2022039040 ISBN 978-1-64129-355-6eISBN 978-1-64129-356-3 Subjects: LCGFT: Novels.Classification: LCC PS3552.L297 N54 2023 | DDC 813/.54—dc23/eng/20220831LC record available at https://lccn.loc.gov/2022039040 Interior map © Mike HallInterior design by Janine Agro, Soho Press, Inc. Printed in the United States of America 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1 “You must be careful. Watch out for your princes here. They are not all what they seem or real.” —Cecily Mackworth, Marquise de Chabannes La Palice, in conversation “A spy should be like the devil; no one can trust him, not even himself.” —Joseph Stalin “In wartime, truth is so precious that she should always be attended by a bodyguard of lies.” —Winston Churchill OCTOBER 1942 Scottish Highlands Kate Rees slid into the Georgian mansion’s salon and found herself staring into the shining eyes of a dead duck on a platter. An enormous oil painting. Goosebumps crawled up her neck. Kate’s fingers roamed behind the painting’s rococo gilt frame to find the rifle pieces taped to it. She slit the tape with the penknife she’d strapped to her ankle. Seconds later she’d assembled the rifle’s shank and bolt head and attached the telescopic sight. Adrenaline coursed through her. Her pulse thudded in her ears. Outside the window, a curl of mist drifted in the dimness, blanketing the mansion’s back garden. Night birds peeped and dewed grass gleamed in shafts of diffuse