A trivial thing, really... It''s really nothing, said Martin
A very small favor. We would merely like you to observe as much as you can about the technical side of the Treibkraft racing team, and relay your observations to us. Jeez almighty, said Donegal. You call that a small favor? We''re not asking for any heroics, said Martin. Just simple looking and listening. These are everyday acts that won''t attract at-tention or bear any consequences. ...or so he said. But that small favor will attract attention to American expatriate Peter Donegal-from Nazi Germany''s ruthless Gestapo. And it will bear consequences-deadly ones that will imperil his life. No longer will Peter Donegal be just a carefree joyrider, a motor-cycle champion graduating to Grand Prix driver in pursuit of the 1939 champion''s crown. Not when Britain''s Secret Intelligence Service dragoons him into a new career-as a spy, a lightweight amateur with the impossibly weighty task of saving Britain from the Nazis'' mighty Luftwaffe. There will be many lessons for Donegal to learn, none more im-portant than this: in spying, as in racing, one mistake can be fatal.