Chapter Twenty-One
"You need to take your armband off, the guards know how to recognise us," I tell a woman.
She raises an eyebrow but doesn't say anything.
"Please. And tell the others," I beg her.
I've lost count of how many members of the resistance I've told the same thing, I just hope some of them have taken my warning seriously.
"I recognise you," she says, finally breaking the odd silence. "You're Oscar's stakeout partner."
I nod enthusiastically. "I'm looking for him now, do you know where he is?"
She studies me for a moment, trying to decide whether it's safe to tell me. I don't blame her, and I'm grateful someone so diligent is near him in the square. It means he's been safe from harm this whole time.
"He's over by the foot of the scaffold," she says. "I'm not sure what h
