Chapters (117)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- The Cast of Characters
- CHAPTER ONE
- The Recruits
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- The Missions
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FIFTY
- CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
- CHAPTER FIFTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
- The Game
- CHAPTER FIFTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SIXTY
- CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SIXTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SIXTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SIXTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER SEVENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-TWO
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-THREE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
- HOME
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SIX
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
- CHAPTER NINETY
- CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
- CHAPTER NINETY-TWO
- CHAPTER NINETY-THREE
- CHAPTER NINETY-FOUR
- CHAPTER NINETY-FIVE
- CHAPTER NINETY-SIX
- CHAPTER NINETY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER NINETY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINETY-NINE
- CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
- CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED ONE
- Acknowledgments
- Discover More
- About the Author
- Reading Group Guide
- Discussion Questions
- A Conversation with Leila Meacham
- ALSO BY LEILA MEACHAM
Bridgette smiled. No one messed with Sister Mary Frances. But after lauds, the mother superior delivered a warning: “You have made an enemy of that jackanapes, ma petite chérie. You must be careful of the overzealous, puffed-up ones like him looking to make a name for themselves. Their noses make up for what our Father denied him in brains, and somehow he sniffed out something about you. He wanted to know where you came from, what you are doing here. I had to tell him your name and where you work. His name is Achim Fleischer. He grew up in this district, attended Saint Stephen’s, where I taught. He was an abysmal student. That is why I could set him straight without retaliation, but my position will not prevent him from keeping an eye on you.”
Bridgette took the warning seriously. The short little creeps in uniforms of authority were the worst. They were as insignificant as road dust but, once stirred up, capable of choking an engine. She thought suddenly of Steve Hammett and his watchful eye back in Traverse City High School. There wouldn’t have been a grease spot left of Achim Fleischer if Steve had gotten hold of him, but here in Paris, there would be no Steve Hammett keeping watch over her from afar. Achim Fleischer would be back, and she must be her own guardian angel.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Early that Sunday morning Brad had been at his surveillance post on the riverbank since dawn, a pattern he planned to establish every Sunday until his quarry spotted him. He had caught several good-sized perch to explain his presence should Major General Konrad March ever show himself and feel suspicious enough to inquire. If nothing else, at least Brad had caught another meal for Madame Gastain’s table. His dignified landlady would be starving if it weren’t for him, even though tonight would mark the fifth evening they’d had perch for dinner, but she’d be pleased at the potatoes he’d bought yesterday from a farmer who lived by the Loire and the bunch of wild asparagus he’d picked from a patch growing by a riverbank.
Brad heard his neighbor’s back door open and shut, the sound carrying over the low boxwood hedge. He stepped away from his casting spot to be seen and to give the corner of his eye a better view. His heart leaped. Finally, at last, the general! Brad moved farther back to offer his mark a better field of vision, winding his reel as if to call it a morning. Come on! Come on! he urged. Investigate the stranger who has come to fish on this private stretch of the Seine. Anyone posing as an innocent fisherman could be an Allied agent or a member of the Nazi Party sent to spy on one of its senior military officers.