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 street offered no protected site for street surveillance, but up ahead was a bell tower that looked older than his great-grandfather’s hay barn and as much in need of repair. The minute Stephane disappeared into the bookshop, Dirk hurried to it and found a joke of a rusted lock on the door. He picked it easily and creaked the door open on a small entryway. A flight of narrow stairs led to the belfry, which looked too rickety to hold his weight. Several loopholes were strategically placed around the chamber that allowed in air and afforded an outside view. Birds had built nests in them. Dirk cleared the one that gave him an unobstructed view of the street and shop across the way. If he could endure the cold and rat droppings under his feet and the squeaks and scurry of little feet in the belfry overhead, the opening offered an ideal lookout point.
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CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
Nothing seemed to have changed in the last weeks. The dim light and smell of old books, stale tea leaves, and acrid cigarette smoke were the same but for the deeper damp and cold, and a sputter of heat emanating from a floor heater. The same proprietor swiped a towel over the counter in the book room, the same patron sat reading and smoking at the corner table by the window of the tea shop. No one else was present. Bucky took a seat at the same table in the same chair he’d occupied before, his apprehension growing. He was early, but he’d expected at least Labrador to be here ahead of him—that is, if she were still alive and this meeting was not a trap. As a precaution for a quick exit and an inducement for the Frenchman to leave, Bucky got up and approached his table. The stub ends of half a dozen Gauloises filled the ashtray of his chair arm.
“Pardon, monsieur,” Bucky said. “Do you mind if I open the door?”
The Frenchman took a deep drag of his cigarette and did not look up from his reading. “Non,” he said.
As Bucky opened the door to the outside court, a clatter of voices filtered into the room, dear and familiar, and he turned to see Labrador entering, the others behind her, all accounted for. They fanned around him, and after the joyful embraces and handshakes, Bucky asked Bridgette in French, keeping his voice low for the sake of the customer in the corner, “What is this all about?”
“I don’t have a clue,” Bridgette answered. “All I know is that the major told me to summon you.”