Despite the pelting rain, Victor left his new quarters at the American garrison and walked to the waiting jeep. He’d asked a driver to bring him to the French sector, where he had a meeting with the head of engineering, Captain Pierre Lejeune.
Tegel, the chosen location for the new airport, was a former military training area that had been flattened during the war.
“Sorry. I’m not late, am I?” he asked the driver.
“No, sir. I was just a few minutes early.”
“Good.” Victor sat back and watched the city streets pass them by as the vehicle headed north, when he suddenly recognized the street that led to the Café de Paris. A smile appeared on his lips as he remembered his night with Bruni. Maybe he’d have the time to visit the cabaret tonight. It would be a nice closure to an otherwise awfu
