“Tom Westlake denied everything,” Blake told Ursula when he and his partner returned about an hour later. Meanwhile it was approaching 6 a.m. and soon her mother would get up and notice that Ursula hadn’t returned home last night. She didn’t know what was a more frightening prospect: arrest by the British military or the wrath of her mother.
Her face must have shown her fear, because Blake motioned for his partner to leave the room. He settled on the chair beside her and said, “If you think you’re protecting Tom, you’re not. Since there is a witness who saw you climb out of his window, he’ll be tried for lying, breaking base rules and possibly treason.”
“Oh, no.” She hid her face in her hands, guilt sweeping over her. It was her fault, and hers alone, that he was in this situation. She s
