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
“So you’ll be sure to inform us of the time and place,” the major persisted. “It will be so good for my men to witness the results of their labor.”
Flinty-eyed, Derrick said, “You will be informed, Major. Now have your men release the prisoners into the custody of the SS.”
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
Assisting the German Gestapo in Paris was an auxiliary police organization called the Carlingue but contemptuously and fearfully referred to as the “French Gestapo.” Its members had been recruited from the belly of France’s criminal underground and wore the same black military uniform with modifications as special units of the SS. Anytime one of these men strolled into a civilian establishment, hearts seized and breaths stopped. So it was that Madame Jeanne Boucher, formidable couturier of the House of Boucher, met the pair of uniformed men from the Carlingue as they entered the fitting room where garments on half-dressed models were in the last stages of preparation for the fashion show scheduled for the following Saturday, June 17. Such interruptions as the Allied invasion of France offered no reason for Madame Boucher to cancel a fall showing that had been in the planning stage for a year.
Despite the gallop of her heart, the couturier marched up to the men in black and spoke directly into their faces, successfully obstructing their goggle-eyed attention on the underwear-clad mannequins, and demanded the cause of the intrusion. The pair were of the lowest grade in their organization—boys, really, barely out of the pimple stage. Jeanne Boucher recognized them as hardened criminals no less dangerous for their youth, but obviously unsure of themselves in a place of such intimidating opulence.
The lance corporal, the older of the pair, answered in a voice that had to be cleared by a nervous cough. “We are here to see Mademoiselle Bernadette Dufor,” he said. “She is to come with us.”
“By whose authority?”
“Ours,” the younger and bolder one growled, not to be put off by madame’s haughty manner and the grand surroundings.
“I am afraid that will not do. Let me see your papers authorizing your orders. Mademoiselle Dufor is the designer for your superior’s wife. She is due for a fitting today. Madame will not be pleased if her designer is not here.” Jeanne’s pointed eyebrow allowed the obvious to speak for itself. She had no idea of the name of the boys’ superior. Her pronouncement was a lie to stall the little thugs long enough for Bernadette Dufor to slip from the room and take off.
Bridgette inched toward the door, and the lance colonel, looking uncertain, said curtly, “Very well. We’ll be back with the proper papers and Mademoiselle Dufor better be here.”
They had turned to leave when one of the designers pointed at Bridgette and said, “She’s right there.”