The moment the office door closed, Arthur de Molay’s anger vanished completely. He leaned back in his chair, eyes dark and contemplative.
A short while later, Captain Dupont entered the office.
Seeing Arthur’s expression, Dupont stepped forward carefully, straightened himself, and stood rigidly before the desk.
“Director, are you concerned about the situation in the Sixth Arrondissement?”
Who wouldn’t be?
The Germans clearly did not want open unrest, so they assigned the district to The Milice for search operations.
Anyone tasked with handling that would have a headache.
Dupont sighed softly. Arthur looked up and sneered.
“That’s not the worst part.”
“Once the Gestapo and the Abwehr fail to find anyone outside, all their attention will shift to that district.”
“At that point, the
