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
Behind him, Jacques Vogel widened his eyes warningly and made a little sound in his throat correspondent to slicing a finger across his neck.
“Then I must find a way to make it up to you,” the colonel said, the eyes still friendly. “Sprichst du Deutsch?” (Do you speak German?)
“Nein.”
“Then after the bout, we shall discuss in French how I should make amends. Perhaps you will allow me to take you for a meal?”
Behind the colonel, Jacques Vogel nodded vigorously. Say yes!
“That won’t be necessary,” Victoria said and stepped aside to move to the women’s dressing room.
“It is necessary to me,” he said, putting out a hand to bar her way. “Otherwise, I shall feel like a heartless lout.”
Which is exactly what you are, Victoria thought, understanding that the invitation was not to be refused, and said coldly, “Very well then, since you insist, Colonel. I will meet you at the piste.” Beneath her jacket, her silk blouse clung to her clammy skin. She felt she’d just come eye to eye with a swaying cobra.
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY
You want me to do what?” Achim Fleischer’s commander demanded, staring up at the newest recruit in his department from a desk piled with the never-ending paperwork. “As short as we are of personnel and as busy as I am, you want me to investigate a mural going up on the courtyard wall of the Sisters of Charity? What the hell for?”
“There’s something suspicious about it. It’s a gut feeling I have. The drawing’s being done by a fashion designer new to the neighborhood. She could pass for a teenage girl, but she possesses the eyes of a woman, no matter her attempt to seduce me to believe otherwise.”
Seduce you, you little weasel, you with a penis the size of a shrimp! his chief thought uncharitably, his temper short-fused from his having to work on Sunday, his day off. The commander, head of a unit in a police force now as ostracized as the Jews, was already so weary of this meddling prick’s suspicions against neighbors and friends based on nothing but gut feelings.
“And that’s all? What is its subject?”
Undeterred, Achim Fleischer answered, “The subject quite escapes me, but there’s a dragonfly in it and some…seaweed, I think, and various other water plants, I believe they would be called.”
“Are they objectionable to look at?”
“Uh, no.”
“Then what do you find suspicious about them?”
“I don’t know. It’s…just this feeling I have that they have a clandestine purpose.”
“Ah, yes, that talking gut of yours again.” The commander continued writing. “Check with the mother superior of the convent. I’m sure she’s not unaware of somebody splashing paint on her courtyard wall. Find out where the girl came from, if she has her permission to do…whatever she’s doing.”