CHAPTER 88
Jacques reached across the desk in his study and handed a paper to Guy Barbier. It was midmorning. Emilie had left to open her store and they were alone.
“Leaving Tournai at dawn by boat,” Barbier read. “When did you get this?”
“Last night.”
Barbier glanced at his watch. “They must be taking the boat across the border into France, as far south as they can get. Maybe they have a vehicle to get them the rest of the way.”
Jacques studied Guy Barbier, his contact for several years. He was smart, intimidating, and very little got past him. Except for now. “That’s what I thought at first,” he said delicately.
“A train will be difficult,” Barbier continued, “even if it is the best mode of transportation. The Germans control the railroads. Trains are filled with troops. I don’t th
