Chapter ElevenPia screamed and reached out to Dieter. “Did the shop take a direct hit? Will we be able to get out?”
He wrapped his arm around her. “I don’t think it was a bomb. After eighteen months on the front lines I know what they sound like. There was no accompanying whistle. Let me find the flashlight, so I can assess our situation.”
She shifted, and her foot kicked the abandoned light. “Here is it.” She felt on the floor until she found it, then clicked on the switch. The beam cut through the blackness, easing the tightness in her chest. Would they make it out of the basement alive?
Dieter took the flashlight and swept the shaft of light back and forth across the rafters. “No damage. Whatever happened upstairs, the floor is still intact.”
The muffled cry of the all-clear signal
