CHAPTER 53
Ziegler and Bayer went to a farmhouse a kilometer down the road from Lucien Bouchard, but found it deserted. The residents had fled, probably weeks before at the first sign of fighting. Maybe they lived through the First World War and didn’t want to repeat it.
“Should we visit any more farms?” Bayer asked, turning back toward Tournai.
Ziegler glanced at his watch. “I have to go back to headquarters. I’m expecting a cable from Antwerp. Maybe after I receive it, we’ll come back.”
They continued along the dirt road and entered Tournai a few minutes later. Bayer took a back way, avoiding the main boulevards, and they cruised a few side streets, eyeing the houses without really knowing what they were looking for.
“She could be hiding in any one of these apartments,” Bayer said,
