MaquisChapter 9
Chorley. January, the following year. The knock on the door was as loud as it was unexpected. “Shit,” muttered Jimmy, clutching his chest dramatically. “Shut up Jimmy,” Joe told him sternly. “I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably more beggars. It’s just ten days into the new year, and it is very cold out.” Nonetheless, all five men in the room listened as Joe’s wife answered the door. “Good morning,” came a brisk voice with an accent none of them could quite place. “Would it be possible to...