Peter paced the room, a deep frown on his face.
“You sure you didn’t catch anything on that frequency?” he asked the radio operator Lis, a beautiful woman in her thirties with raven hair, for the umpteenth time.
“I’m perfectly sure,” she said, giving him a saccharine smile that could as well mean she wanted to strangle him. “And if you’d stop pacing, please, I could concentrate on deciphering the Morse code.”
“Sorry,” he said and left the room.
Several days had passed with no news from Lotte. Nothing. No transmissions. No notice. The worry about her clouded his mind. If anything happened to her, Anna would never forgive him. Anna. He smiled at the memory of her delicate skin, her sharp mind and her unwavering determination. Anna and her older sister Ursula might look alike, but it was
