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
Rattling the paper sack to show his feathered friends that it was empty, the man folded it and stowed it in a coat pocket—everything was worth saving these days—and sat back with crossed arms like a theatergoer waiting patiently for the play to begin. Meanwhile, Bucky considered his impressions of Dirk Drechsler. He understood that his assessment was needed to determine the type of cargo his father’s associates would be hauling. The route out of France to safe territory would be rough and treacherous, certainly not for the weakhearted or untrustworthy. Other people would be involved, indispensable, brave people risking their lives to return an American traitor back to his homeland. Bucky had no choice but to describe the man he’d observed Dirk Drechsler to be—indecisive, bumbling, easily misled, self-serving, desperate, but intuitive and perceptive.
“I wish I had more positive qualities to relate,” Bucky said when he had finished.
“Tell me one thing more,” the man said as he rose to leave. The flock, having pecked the ground clean, had abandoned him and taken off to the trees in a single flight. “Do you believe the man to be a danger to you if his demand is not fulfilled?”
Bucky hesitated. “He wouldn’t want to be, but…” He lifted his shoulders.
“But he is what he is, no?”
“Yes. That’s why he’s dangerous.”
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
CHAPTER SIXTY-TWO
That morning, Sister Mary Frances encountered Bridgette coming down the stairs on her way to the House of Boucher, and said, “Ma chère, may I have a word in private?” and with a swish of her habit headed to her office before Bridgette could answer.
“Of course, Mother,” Bridgette murmured. A command, then, not a request, she thought, and followed the black-robed figure down the hall to the dark-paneled chamber where even angels would take care to tread lightly. What in the world was up? She’d never seen the mother superior look so grim.
Inside the “castle keep,” as the nuns fearfully but affectionately referred to the mother superior’s office, its keeper turned to her. “Mademoiselle Dufor, I fear we have a problem.”
Bridgette’s heart sank. Uh-oh. Mademoiselle Dufor, not Mademoiselle Bernadette. That meant trouble. “Oh?”
“Yes. You’d best sit down.”
Bridgette sat. Sister Mary Frances spread the folds of her habit on the seat behind her desk, folded her hands on the surface, and addressed Bridgette in the tone that supported her exalted title and no-nonsense reputation. “I believe Achim Fleischer has found you out.”
“What? How?”