Chapter 13: Hedgerows and Machine Guns

Lieutenant Herman Schmidt wasn’t far from where the two guards at the checkpoint were gunned down. Once he was made aware, he mediately demanded to be taken to the scene.

Two dead men were laying where they’d bled out. One had been shot multiple times in the chest, the other right between the eyes. Someone had been very good with a pistol.

“Whose car is this?” he asked an agent of the Gestapo who was investigating the shooting.

“Dr. Gehard Volker. He’s a—”

“I know who he is,” Schmidt stated, bending over to have a look inside the car. There was blood on the seat. Whoever had been driving had been shot. Good chance they hadn’t gone far with a bullet wound.

“Where is Volker now?” Schmidt asked.

“Volker left his house with a woman this evening. He has not been seen since.” The other man added, “He left against orders.”

“Are there any known safehouses for the French Resistance in this town?” Schmidt asked.