Emilie Dufort sat alone in her parlor, sipping a glass of wine. Jacques had left just after dinner, as he now did every night—if he came home for dinner at all. She suspected he visited Sophie Silvain, like he did on the evening she followed him. A supposed colleague, Emilie knew it was much more—it had to be. And if Jacques wasn’t seeing her, he might be meeting Guy Barbier, a man Emilie had never liked. A feeling that was mutual.
She was getting anxious, suspecting she was more exposed to danger than she had originally thought. The Gestapo were after Jacques. There was no other explanation for the call from Tournai. And if Louie Bassett was correct, Jacques would soon sacrifice her to save himself. But she wasn’t sure how. The Germans controlled Paris. Jacques couldn’t do anything to he
