“Even with.”
“What are you doing here Erich? You and your people. Some sort of secret mission is it?”
“f*****g with me doesn’t entitle you to that sort of knowledge.”
“You were here before May 10th weren’t you?”
“I wasn’t. But Gisela was.”
“As Celeste,” she guessed.
“I will tell you now that what we do is a matter of private enterprise, and in a way ensuring the future safety of the local citizens. That is all you will know.”
German army movements and an irrational fear of being captured changed Krista’s march to the coast. She turned east away from Rouen and headed across country toward Amiens. The weather had changed for the better. That chilly sixteen degree Celsius had improved to a cheery twenty three, Krista crossing fields with her coat rolled up and tied to her knapsack.
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