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
“Which means that we have access to his house, which means that we have lots of opportunities to use our Minoxes,” Chris said.
“Which reminds me that I need you to ask the major to arrange a cutout for me. I have a roll of film to get to him,” Brad said to Bridgette.
“I’ll see to it,” she said. “So all those whiches mean that you boys are staying?”
“We’re staying,” Chris said, and Brad nodded.
“Okay, then.” Bridgette raised her shoulders and spread her palms. “Now that we’ve heard from everyone and decided that the risks in remaining are no worse than those we came prepared to take, should we call in the Frenchman?”
“Not yet, Labrador.” The interruption came from Victoria. “We haven’t heard from you. What about the threat of the policeman?”
“Oh, him.” Bridgette flipped a hand to discount her concern. “He’s harmless. He’s just a young recruit too busy reveling in the attention he’s getting as the guardian of the mural to be a threat. Once he’s in the Vichy Milice, he’ll be gone from the scene anyway. Besides, he’s sweet on me. I can handle him.” Her gaze swept the table again. “Well, guys, it’s now or never. Let’s make it official. All in favor of sticking it out, raise your hands.”
All hands went up.
“Okay, unless there’s anything else to discuss…” She glanced at Bucky. “Lodestar, will you call in the Frenchman?”
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
In the bell tower, at the peephole, Dirk came alert. The door to the tea and book shop was opening. At the window, a man in an apron, presumably the proprietor, was turning the sign back to its original position. The shop was now open for business. A big, heavy-shouldered man, middle-aged, obviously French, stepped out. He lit a cigarette, cupping his hand around it, but not as protection against the nonexistent wind. His large hand provided a screen for his eyes to pan the street left to right. An age-old covert maneuver. Seemingly satisfied that the street gave no cause for concern, he turned to walk away, then suddenly stopped and cast his attention directly at the peephole. Startled, Dirk jerked his head aside and almost landed among the rat droppings. A quick grab of the rotten baluster saved him from falling but at the cost of some racket. Had the Frenchman heard it? Had he spotted his eye peering through the cutout in the masonry? Dirk inched his eye back to it. He could see the man’s gaze travel to the belfry and hold steady. After a while, apparently convinced that no unseen eye was upon him, he strolled on. If ever Dirk needed proof that something of a clandestine nature was going on in La Petite Madeleine involving Stephane Beaulieu, the window sign and the Frenchman’s behavior cinched it.