Emilie knocked on Louie Bassett’s door, glancing at the cemetery across the street while she waited for him to answer. The German occupation had progressed, more soldiers visible than on the day they arrived, and the takeover of government and industry had begun. The railroads had already been commandeered, facilitating troop movements around France.
The door opened and Louie peeked out, ensuring no one wandering down the street seemed interested in the woman arriving at his townhouse. “Come in,” he said, ushering her into the parlor.
The room was dark, the drapes closed. Little sunlight filtered through, coming in from the foyer. Louie went to a window and parted the drapes to brighten the room.
“Any more information from Jacques?” he asked as he sat beside her on the sofa.
She shook
