Jacques Dufort entered the second-floor apartment at #8 Rue Serpente and followed Sophie Silvain up the stairs. Not yet thirty, married to an army officer stationed in Tunisia, she was an integral part of his network, an expert in logistics. With contacts that spanned the continent, she had obtained the information Camille needed to steal the diamonds from Sternberg and Sons—the building layout, escape paths, keys required, and the security circuit. She had worked with Jacques since the war began. They trusted each other, knowing difficult days lay ahead for both France and the world.
“Sit down,” she said. “I’ll get us a glass of wine.”
Jacques waited in the parlor. He went to the window, pulled the curtain aside and looked out, watching a taxi pull away from the curb and drive down the
