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
“Without reservation.” Donovan paused and regarded Alistair in concern as the coffee was brought in. “You’re just overtired, my good friend, jaded, and feeling the effects of bad health. You’ve been in the thick of it longer than any other case officer in the field, Alistair. You don’t want to quit now. All you need is a change of scene and venue. A job that doesn’t keep your nerves on end, and allows you three squares a day and a soft bed to lie down in at night, with the chance of getting a full eight hours’ sleep.” The OSS chief shot a glance at the rumpled cot in a corner of Alistair’s office.
Alistair rubbed his neck thoughtfully, unsure if the power of suggestion had made his boss’s proposal sound good, or if fatigue, lack of sleep and nourishment, worry and anxiety, too much caffeine and too many cigarettes, and the sick loss of Liverwort and Labrador had robbed him of the spirit and drive to go on, but he wouldn’t fool himself. He hadn’t really wanted to quit. He was just in a slump, and Bill was offering a way out of it, another opportunity to serve his country, the only mistress he’d ever cared about. He made up his mind without giving his boss’s job offer another thought.
“What if I wrap everything up in the next few days?” he asked. “I have a competent man to leave in charge, and my operatives in France will be in good hands.”
Bill Donovan reached for Alistair’s letter of resignation and tore it in half. “I’ll hold the plane for you,” he said.
CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
CHAPTER EIGHTY-NINE
Before daylight on August 15, 1944, Bridgette woke from her perspiration-soaked bed to the smell of smoke drifting through the patch of her open window. She looked out and saw, illuminated by the powerful beams of searchlights, members of the staff of Sturmbannführer Gottlob Richter, commandant of the Drancy internment camp, overseeing prisoners as they removed papers from file boxes and threw them into blazing pyres that had been built in the courtyard, creating a haze that hung as thick as fog in the cloying humidity. The smoke and heat from the fires had forced Bridgette to close the room’s one window, which had been providing a little air to relieve the sweltering temperatures of Paris’s unrelenting summer heat.