Chapter SeventeenThe midafternoon light faded as Ruth approached the palatial, sandstone-colored building and rubbed her hand across her quivering stomach. Overhearing Varis’s telephone conversation and then watching her sashay out of the apartment on some mysterious errand had been the last straw.
When Irene had contacted Ruth two days ago to reiterate the offer to join the OSS, she jumped at the chance. With any luck, her association with the organization would provide information and the skills to ferret out answers with regard to Varis’s activities and the deaths of Amelia and Owen. Maybe she’d be able to find out who’d sent the warning note. Why hadn’t she heard from Trevor? Had the sergeant failed to pass the missive to him?
Yesterday she received a cryptic phone call at the Broadc
