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
Minutes passed. Three…five…seven…nine. Victoria checked the lining of her coat to make sure of her L pill, and her purse for her pencil explosive. Apprehension swelled in her chest, dried her throat. Her friends were not coming. They were lost. Every horror that she’d imagined had come to pass. She glanced at the exit door and was about to pick up her market basket when her peripheral vision caught the Frenchman lift his gaze from his book. Chatter in the bookshop penetrated her plugged hearing, voices growing familiar as they came closer. Were her ears deceiving her? The door to the tea shop opened and the proprietor entered, the smile of Limpet beaming over his head. Following him were Lodestar and Lapwing, but where was Labrador? Where was their little pixie?
Then Labrador’s blond head poked out from behind the wide shoulders of Lapwing. “Bonjour, notre ami,” she said smiling.
Victoria rose from the table, her fencer’s legs trembling. “Bonjour, mes chers amis,” she whispered, her voice lost in a flood of relief.
The proprietor swept a hand toward them. “Your friends, madame?” he asked with a flourish.
“Yes, indeed they are. Merci, monsieur,” Victoria said.
The Frenchman snuffed out his Gauloises and stood, tucking the unsmoked half of the cigarette into his pocket and his book under his arm, presumably because the newcomers had interrupted his reading or perhaps to allow old friends their privacy. So engaged were the young people in their enthusiastic greetings that they did not notice him watching them with heightened interest as he passed out of the room.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
It had been a long wait for Bridgette to learn if the team was still in operation. She’d not found a scrap of intel on the floor beneath the mail slot all week. She had begun to worry they’d been rolled up, and on the fifth day radioed the major to ask if she should close up shop. He’d last heard of them from their contacts who had confirmed that they had landed safely, but not a word since.
“Remain until the date of the meeting at the café,” he’d said. “You’re to keep the appointment, but if you see a red flag in the window, get the hell out of there and head for your safe house immediately. Copy that?”