After leaving the railway embankment, he’d walked briskly through fields towards the surgery but had only got as far as the alleyway alongside the butcher’s shop when Germans arrived. He’d backed out of the alley as the Germans jumped off their trucks, then crawled rapidly through tall grass until he’d reached the edge of the graveyard with Rosie’s words from a few weeks earlier in his head: A perfect view and half a dozen escape routes if someone comes looking. Justin might have been spotted if the soldiers had chased Henderson, but only one German made it around the burning truck. The German didn’t fancy going up against a grenade-throwing lunatic and went no further than the edge of the graveyard. As the soldier jogged back to his colleagues, Justin watched Dr Blanc walking into thick smoke and diesel fumes. One of the men Henderson had shot was still alive, but the Germans had no idea that Blanc was a doctor, and before she could help a rifle butt smashed into the side of her head.
