Chapter 9
“Frau Mahler!” a gruff voice called to her as she tried to slip unseen to her workstation.
She turned to see her supervisor, Herr Meier, standing two steps away like a towering dragon with his arms crossed over his chest. “Where have you been all morning?”
“I’m sorry, just when I arrived here for my shift this morning, a…” She stopped, deciding she shouldn’t tell anyone the Gestapo had blackmailed her into working for them. Her mind raced and she hung on to the first plausible idea: “…a policeman arrived to tell me my husband had been involved in an accident. He urged me to come with him straight away. I apologize, but I was too shocked to even remember that I should have told you.” It wasn’t difficult to look concerned about her husband’s condition. He was in Gestapo custody,
