Emilie Dufort didn’t understand Louie Bassett’s warning. What danger could she be facing? She wasn’t involved in the war effort—at least not yet. But he wouldn’t elaborate, leaving abruptly and teasing her for more. She wasn’t sure if a person posed the threat or her German heritage and family’s Nazi sympathies. But she was determined to find out.
After dinner that evening, as she finished washing the dishes, Jacques came into the kitchen. “I have to meet one of my contacts,” he said, offering no more.
“Where are you going?” she asked, trying to seem casual. His clandestine meetings had increased greatly since the Germans attacked. Formerly infrequent, he had claimed he had been meeting friends. Now he could no longer do so—perhaps what drove his recent confession.
“Much is happening,”
