âA lot of them are British, but plenty of Americans, too. Itâs a dangerous combination, the Brits with their criminal connections and American access to vast stockpiles. Thatâs what makes the Morgan Gang so dangerous.â
âColonel,â I said, knowing what was coming, âletâs cut to the chase, okay? You want us to head to France along with everyone else and find Sergeant Alvin Blake.â It wasnât hard to figure out. I didnât relish the idea of storming the beaches, but guessed that Harding would at least wait until the first few waves had landed and secured the area. No reason to get us all shot up before we found Cousin Switch.
âSomething like that,â Harding said, his eyes avoiding mine.
âDo you have his general location?â Kaz asked. âIt must be somewhere close to the invasion beaches.â That made sense if we were going on a search-and-rescue mission, tagging along with the infantry as they spread out from the invasion bridgehead. âUnless heâs already in a POW camp.â
âHe hasnât been captured, and I have his exact location,â Harding said, opening a file and unfolding a single sheet of paper. âAlong with several other downed fliers.â
âWhy do I sense this is nowhere near the invasion area?â I asked. Kaz and I were BIGOTs, meaning that we knew some of the D-Day secrets, including the location of one specific beach code-named Utah in Normandy. It didnât take a military genius to see that thereâd be more than one along that stretch of coast. Weâd stumbled upon that secret information during our last investigation, when General Eisenhower himself had brought us into the elite ranks of the BIGOT club.
âItâs not,â Harding admitted. âBlake and the other fliers are trapped in a château about a hundred and eighty miles southwest of Utah Beach.â
âBut there have to be landing areas closer to Blake?â I pushed, dreading the answer.
âNot close enough,â Harding said. âTheyâre about ninety miles from the nearest point on the coast.â
âWith a lot of guys named Hans and Ernst in between,â I said.
âAlong with their tanks and artillery,â Kaz added. âWhich will be heading to Normandy from all over France.â
âYes,â said Harding, unfolding a road map of northern France and laying it out between us. âBut you will be in place before that happens. Here.â He pointed to the town of Dreux, west of Paris. âBlake and the others are hidden in the Château Vasseur, where we have an SOE team.â
âWhy?â Kaz asked. âI thought the Resistance and the Special Operations Executive had connections to take them south, over the Pyrenees and into Spain.â
âThe connections are blown,â Harding said. âThe Dreux circuit, code-named Noble, was originally taking escaped POWs and downed fliers from Minister, the SOE circuit based in Paris.â
âMinister was compromised a month or so ago,â Kaz said. âOr so I read in a recent intelligence summary.â
âYes,â Harding said. âAs was Carver, the circuit based in Orléans to the south. Noble has nowhere to send the fliers; theyâre trapped in the château. Carver was betrayed, and all the operatives killed or captured.â
âSOE circuits are given code names based on professions,â Kaz explained, knowing I didnât always keep up on my official reading.
âYeah,â I said, a gnawing fear growing in my gut. Diana. Harding kept talking, but I couldnât pay attention. Diana Seaton and I were an item. As head over heels in love as anyone could be, separated by duty and the threat of death too much of the time. She was with the SOE, Churchillâs spy and sabotage outfit. Me, I hoped to come out of this war in one piece. Diana, having served in the British
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