Vivienne was treading on thin ice. She was acutely aware that Su Bai was looking for any crack in her armor to dismantle her. Now that she had openly aligned herself with Julian, Su Bai’s venom was no longer just professional rivalry; it was predatory.
From a street-side phone booth near the Rue de la Roquette, Julian dialed the direct line to the Director of the Milice.
"Uncle Arthur," Julian said, his voice smooth and deferential. "We’ve established a tight perimeter. I can guarantee these birds won't fly."
"Good, Julian. Are they Gaullists?" Arthur de Molay asked through the receiver.
"I cannot confirm their affiliation yet, and the layout here on Rue de la Roquette is peculiar. Something feels... off."
In the world of the Milice and the Gestapo, the protocol was simple: arrest fir
