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
The painting was far from finished, but there were enough details and background for the street viewer to feel as if he had only to step forward to enter a magical garden where lily pads floated over clear blue water, and dragonflies darted among bright tropical flowers and flora under fluffy clouds and serene skies. Though partially formed, a golden Labrador with yearning eyes dominated the scene, its gaze on a wading bird oblivious to the dog’s presence.
The commander said, “Well, I’ve seen enough. There is not a single stroke on this mural to raise doubt that it is anything but what it clearly is to the rest of us—a peaceful scene on a convent wall to suggest that somewhere in the world there is calm and order and people aren’t shooting at one another. You’re to do nothing to get in the way of its completion. As a matter of fact, I order you to stand guard to make sure nobody does. This street is your beat from now on. Understood!”
Achim opened his mouth to protest, but then the awareness of this unexpected gift hit him. His commander’s order gave him the excuse to keep a constant eye on the artist. She wasn’t working alone, although he believed he could rule out Sister Mary Frances as a fellow conspirator. The old harridan had her nuns to think of. Sooner or later, the artist would betray herself and the others working with her, then he’d have her. Give him an hour with her in an interrogation room, and she’d spill her guts like a split sack of peas, and then they’d round up her accomplices. That coup ought to get him a place in the French Milice, the new paramilitary police organization that the Vichy government was organizing. Then his commander would see what was what and who was boss.
“Oh, but I—” he started to argue to make it look good.
“No buts, Fleischer. Do as you’re told, and don’t you dare take your suspicions to my superiors, as you say! Do you want to cause a riot on this street? Run afoul of Sister Mary Frances, who has obviously sanctioned this painting? This neighborhood will revolt and blame you if this mural is destroyed and the artist arrested. Parisians may knuckle down before the Boche, but they’ll stand up against anyone who challenges the Catholic Church. Got that?” The commander jabbed a finger into Achim’s chest.
“Oui, Commander,” Achim said, sighing and feigning a face of disappointment. “I will follow your orders to the utmost of my ability.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE