Three Passports to Trouble - Interzone Mystery, #2

Back in the days when Tangier was an International Zone, the city was full of refugees. People fleeing Stalin. People fleeing Franco. People fleeing the Nuremberg Trials. Tangier offered a safe haven from the chaos of Europe. The International Council had to keep a delicate balance, tolerating everything from anti-capitalist agitators to Germans with murky pasts. It was the only way to keep the peace, and it worked.
Until an anarchist was found dead with a fascist dagger in his chest. And I got stuck with the case just when I had to smuggle a couple of Party operatives out of town.