Official Report
British Intelligence
Code: 3986
Kathleen Winfred
June 21, 1944: three days
We began to make plans for me to make my leave the night of the twenty-fourth. We told no one, and kept it between the two of us. The fewer knew, the better. Pirot would have a chance to say goodbye on the day I left, but until then, it was best that only we knew.
Schwab was stalking the building, and came in at random times of the day to say a few words to me, or to ask if Freidrich was in.
The entire time, he watched me with his customary malicious grin.
I shivered.
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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...
