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
At his table in the tavern, Alistair stubbed out his final cigarette among the other butts in the ashtray. If the group stuck strictly to the mission they were trained for—to gain and report intelligence—they had every chance of survival. At this point, the contacts he’d lined up in Paris were ready and waiting to receive them. None had been blown. Sam Barton—Stephane—would go to work in a French firm of consultant engineers doing business with companies taken over by the Nazis. Bridgette—Bernadette—had been hired as an assistant to Madame Jeanne Boucher, couturier of one of Paris’s top fashion houses, and Victoria—Veronique—as a fencing instructor in the famous fencing school L’Ecole d’ Escrime Français, whose students were officers in the German Army. Chris—Claus—had been assigned a job as a physical education instructor in a school formed to educate the sons of high-ranking Vichy and Nazi officials, and Brad—Barnard—was to ingratiate himself with an Abwehr general passionate about fly-fishing. None would know their specific assignment until they arrived for final training at Milton Hall, located sixty miles north of London, a large estate used as the espionage headquarters of Britain’s Special Operations Executive, the SOE.
Stop worrying, Alistair! Bill Donovan kept telling him, but Alistair could not calm a deep-seated unease that each member had cause to strike out on secret missions of their own. He had yet to determine Sam Barton’s and Victoria Grayson’s hidden agendas, but the others were plain enough. Brad Hudson and Bridgette Loring each had big scores to settle with the Nazis and might not be satisfied with merely gathering and reporting information on the enemy. Chris Brandt, son of German parents still with a foot in the old country, was out to prove that he was every bit as American as hot dogs and Coca-Cola.
As far as Alistair knew, no member of the team was aware of any other member’s motive for volunteering. Other than their own impressions gleaned in the eight weeks they’d trained together, they knew nothing at all about one another. What they didn’t know of their teammates’ histories, assignments, targets, work locations, and cover names could not be spilled in a Gestapo or an SS torture chamber.
Lights were coming on in the tavern. The cocktail crowd was beginning to filter in. Time to go. Returning the pack of Lucky Strikes to the pocket of his brown jacket, Alistair swallowed the last of his club soda, set his glass on the napkin, and left before the moisture from the melting ice obliterated his inked drawing of the dragonfly.
The Missions
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
September 1942
Milton Hall, England