It is Christmas Eve 1957. Flying home on leave from Germany he is alone in the cockpit of the Vampire. Sixty-six minutes of flying time with the descent and landing - destination Lakenheath. No problem all routine procedures. Then out over the North sea the fog begins to close in. Radio contact ceases and the compass goes haywire. Suddenly out of the mist appears a World War II bomber. It is flying just below the Vampire as of trying to make contact... This collection also brings together several other compulsive tales from the international master of intrigue