“Okay. I will risk it. But be warned no monkey business. I am army trained to kill.”
They walked and Hubert noticed Krista limped. “Have you hurt your foot, or leg perhaps? Parachuting in maybe.”
“It was Vogel. Sitting is far worse than walking I can assure you.”
“He beat you!”
“He had me whipped. Not beaten. My backside is still raw. So I jumped ship. Came to France.”
“From Germany?”
“Stuttgart.”
“How did you cross the border?”
“It wasn’t difficult. The troops are looking for an army not a girl on her own. And I speak French.” She smiled for the first time. “Besides I was born in France and raised in Germany. I have dual citizenship.”
“It seems my parents have cut me off. Vogel probably told them a pack of lies and they were straight on the phone to freeze my account. The bank re
