Emilie turned when the door to All Things Napoleon opened. She wasn’t surprised to see Jacques enter. She glanced through the store, ensuring no customers were nearby, as he approached the counter.
“The Gestapo are looking for you,” she warned him.
“I know,” he said. He furtively looked out the display window to the boulevard beyond. “I saw them at the apartment.”
“Major Ziegler,” she said, glaring at him. She couldn’t help feeling angry and betrayed. But she wasn’t sure why. Was it because he had betrayed her before she could betray him?
“Is he the one that called from Tournai?”
She nodded. “He came all the way to Paris to find you. He wants to talk to you badly.”
He sighed, eyeing a black sedan as it passed on the street.
“He came here first,” she continued. “I told him you would
