Ziegler eyed Emilie Dufort. He suspected she knew more than she revealed. But he wondered why she wouldn’t cooperate. If he really wanted to know, he could find out. He could haul her out of her store in front of her customers and take her to Gestapo headquarters. But he decided to take a different approach. He took back the business card. “The thief left it on the floor of the diamond exchange,” he clarified.
Emilie paused, as if she wanted to be helpful but could not. “I’m sorry, Major,” she said, slowly shaking her head. “But I don’t know who that can be.”
Ziegler moved closer, leaning on the counter. “What if I don’t believe you?”
Her eyes widened. “I don’t know why you wouldn’t,” she said, her voice quivering.
Ziegler watched her closely. “But there must be an explanation, Mme. Du
