“Why would the Gestapo call me when they wanted you?” Emilie asked Jacques the following morning before she left to open the store.
Jacques shrugged and turned the page of his newspaper. “It was just a mistake.”
“Why would they even want to talk to you?”
“It must have been about the railroads,” he said. “I’m listed in the civil service directory as a railroad consultant. They’re moving troops from northern France.”
Emilie paused. It seemed a likely explanation. And he wasn’t concerned. Maybe it was a mistake. “I gave them your office number.”
“That’s fine,” he said. “I’ll talk to them when they call. If they ever do. Maybe someone else answered their questions.”
Emilie watched as he sipped his coffee and read the newspaper. He didn’t seem to be lying. “I have to leave,” she said fina
