Seducing him was so easy, in fact, that it should have raised suspicions from the moment she and Christine stepped into the restaurant and the Gestapo officer gave her a toothy smile. He gestured at Gabriela with his hand. “Mademoiselle, come, come.” Christine headed for the kitchen, then gave her a significant look over Hoekman’s shoulder. Be careful! Gabriela calmed her nerves and took a seat at the table where Hoekman dined alone. Better to have Helmut von Cratz here. Rude as he was, he didn’t scare her like this Gestapo man. She had two memories now of his casual violence, and Christine’s warning was still fresh in her mind. But he looked genuinely delighted to see her. The work of the other night hadn’t been wasted. “You remember me,” she gushed. “I was afraid you’d have met some other pretty young girl and I so wanted to meet you again and get a chance to know you better. You’re such a handsome man, I’m sure every girl in Paris is thinking the same thing.”
