Eve's War

"I'm here," I said, "because Cunningham wants me to find Kriminalrätin Gisela Winter. He's working for a new department, very hush-hush."Guy frowned. "They want her for the war crimes trials?""That's what he said, but I suspect his reasons run deeper than that.""Why do you say that?" Guy asked."Cunningham showed little interest in Gisela Winter when we returned from France; she wasn't a high priority for him then. I reckon that something has cropped up in the past three years, something to attract Cunningham, and his new department's, attention. Maybe that something is related to war crimes, or maybe it's related to another aspect of Gisela's life.""Where will you start?" Guy asked."Marseille," I said."You'll talk with Michel and members of the Resistance?""Yes."Guy hesitated. He looked troubled, perplexed. "Does Michel still want you back?""Yes," I said"How do you feel about that?"I gazed at the wall in the trench. Only the foundations remained. Nevertheless, it was remarkable that this structure had survived for two thousand years. I wondered if our buildings would last as long"Do you still love him?" Guy asked.I switched my gaze to Guy and stared deep into his eyes. "You are the man I love." Hannah Howe is the bestselling author of the Sam Smith Mystery Series (Sam's Song, book one in the series, has reached number one on the amazon.com private detective chart on twelve separate occasions and the number one position in Australia). Hannah lives in the picturesque county of Glamorgan with her partner and their two children. She has a university degree and a background in psychology, which she uses as a basis for her novels.Hannah began her writing career at school when her teacher asked her to write the school play. She has been writing ever since. When not writing or researching Hannah enjoys reading, genealogy, music, chess and classic black and white movies. She has a deep knowledge of nineteenth and twentieth century popular culture and is a keen student of the private detective novel and its history.Hannah's books are available in print, as audiobooks and eBooks from all major retailers: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Google Play, Kobo, iBooks, etc. For more details please visit https://hannah-howe.comThe Sam Smith Mystery Series in book order:Sam's SongLove and BulletsThe Big ChillRipperThe Hermit of HisaryaSecrets and LiesFamily HonourSins of the FatherSmoke and MirrorsStardustMind GamesDigging in the DirtA Parcel of RoguesBostonThe Devil and Ms DevlinSnow in AugustLooking for Rosanna MeeStormy WeatherDamagedEve's War: Heroines of SOEOperation ZigzagOperation LocksmithOperation BroadswordOperation TreasureOperation SherlockOperation CameoOperation RoseOperation WatchmakerOperation OverlordOperation Jedburgh Operation Butterfly Operation LibertyEve's PeaceThe Golden Age of HollywoodTulaSunshineDanaThe Olive Tree: A Spanish Civil War SagaRootsBranchesLeavesFruitFlowersThe Ann's War Mystery Series in book order:BetrayalInvasionBlackmailEscapeVictoryHistorical MysteriesSaving Grace: A Victorian MysteryThe Ninety-Three: A Suffragette MysteryThe Swinging Sixties Mystery Series Songbird The Heroines of SOE Series

"Where Michel?"Isabelle shrugged a rounded shoulder. "Madame, I don't know. He disappeared when the Allies liberated Marseille."I frowned. "Someone took him prisoner?""No," Isabelle said, shaking her head, "he packed his bags. He said he needed to lie low for a while, until the dust has settled." As if by magic, Isabelle produced a feather duster and waved it in the general direction of my dressing table. "I still call every day, to clean the dust.""Thank you, Isabelle."I paused and gazed at the German perfume bottles, aligned like miniature soldiers on my dressing table. Michel had taken a lover, no surprise there. However, his choice of a German bed mate did add to our complications."Michel fears reprisals," I said, weighing a perfume bottle in my right hand.Isabelle offered a shy nod. "Yes, madame.""He's been collaborating with the enemy?"Our maid bit her lower lip and averted her gaze. "It's not my place to say, madame."I glanced at the lacy underwear and said somewhat tartly, "Well, he sure as hell has been collaborating with someone."