Chapter Twenty-SixGerard clenched his jaw. Would they never catch a break? France was crawling with Germans, so he shouldn’t be surprised at the SS officers’ presence, but one day without the Krauts breathing down his neck would be appreciated. He tugged at his collar then dropped his hands. Fidgeting might draw unwanted attention. He lowered his head and intertwined his fingers in front of him. Should he affect a physical abnormality? A man his age was suspect even when wearing the cleric’s clothing.
“We should split up.” Emily nudged his shoulder. “I’m not sure about staying in this garb, but if the SS is still looking for us, they are seeking two people. Traveling separately may be our best bet. At least for the next leg or two of the trip.”
He pressed his lips together then gestured
