Official Report
British Intelligence
Code: 3986
Kathleen Winfred
After I had trained with Pirot for the night, she went to bed, exhausted from her duties.
I might have been tired as well, but I found myself, for the third night in a row, unable to sleep.
Eventually, I crept down from my bed, careful not to wake Pirot, and redressed in my uniform.
I made my way out of our room and down the hallway, downstairs to my little office and my desk where I had left the book I had borrowed from Von Steubon.
I began reading once more.
At some point, I do not know when, the words in the book relaxed me enough to allow me to give in to my exhaustion and fall asleep, head down on the book, glasses askew.
YOU ARE READING
Winfred
Historical FictionThe Women's Guard, The Soldier, The Nazi, The Spy. The Spy turned Prisoner. As they say, dead men (or women, as the case may be) tell no tales. But Kathleen Winfred isn't dead; she managed to escape. Now, the story of her capture by Nazis in occup...
