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That was all the time she needed.

"A lady's possessions are her own, General," she said, voice steady.

" Fräulein ," a voice like gravel and ice said. "You are lost." That was all the time she needed

She tugged at the starched white apron of a chateau maid, the black dress hugging every curve the war hadn't rationed. "This corset is a more effective interrogation device than a pair of pliers," she muttered, adjusting the lace collar that did nothing to conceal her primary assets. The mission was simple: infiltrate General Klaus von Hammer’s soirée, locate the D-Day invasion plans hidden in his study, and signal the incoming airstrike.

Pop. The third.

" Auf Wiedersehen , General," she whispered.

The dress sagged, revealing the edge of a lacy black bra and the pale, freckled swell of her chest. For one crucial second, Von Hammer’s gaze was locked exactly where she wanted it. "You are lost

Mackenzee turned. Von Hammer was bigger than his file photo suggested, a bull of a man with a monocle and a scar. And he was looking not at her face, but at the bulge of the camera-shaped compact she was hastily trying to hide… down her front.