When Liesel Bonner begins to suspect that the man she loves is involved in espionage against America, she knows she must do something. She finds that even as her trust in people crumbles, God’s loving protection can save her.
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Page Count: 304
Trim Size: 6 x 8 3/4
CPC Sub Category: FGE
Release Date: February 2006
Liesel Bonner never questioned her devotion to her country. But because of her heritage, her country questions her. As her trust for others crumbles, Liesel finds that only God’s loving protection—and the enigmatic agent who is tearing her world apart—can save her. Guaranteed fiction!
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Washington, D.C.: February 28, 1917
With the telephone ringing amid the machine-gun staccato of a dozen typewriters, Liesel Bonner didn’t hear her name. But when she saw the frown creasing Mr. Hodges’s brow as he headed her way, she knew he must have called her more than once. Beyond him, Henry Miller, the senior clerk of the large law office, sent Liesel an anxious glance from behind round spectacles resting on his nose.
“Please join me in my office in five minutes, Miss Bonner.” Mr. Hodges was typically polite despite the annoyance on his fair-skinned, jowly face.
“Yes, Mr. Hodges,” Liesel replied. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you.”
“Quite all right.” He left Liesel’s typing table to go with Mr. Miller to the clerk’s rolltop desk at the end of a row of similar workstations in the center of the office.
Hurriedly, Liesel proofread the letter still rolled in her Remington typewriter. She had just five minutes to finish; the letter was due back to Senator Burle in ten. Reading forward first for content, then backward for misspellings, Liesel found the letter without error and pulled it from the carriage. With familiar ease, she quickly typed an envelope and slipped it along with the letter into a larger packet and sealed it. Standing, she retrieved her pencil and pad from its slot on her rolltop desk and headed to Mr. Hodges’s office, stopping only once to ask the mail boy to deliver the letter immediately to the senator on the floor above.
The senior partner’s office was an island of calm compared to the hubbub of the stenographic pool. Liesel waited just inside the door, fully expecting Mr. Hodges to enter behind her, but a breeze from a barely opened window stole her attention. For the last day of February, it was uncommonly warm, and she welcomed the hint of spring. She heard the honk of a motorcar from several stories below, followed quickly by the neigh of a horse. The two ways of transportation seemed at odds sometimes. With the popularity of motors growing, she wondered if the old hay burners were beginning to feel unnecessary. She certainly would if she no longer had good, hard work to keep her busy.
Mr. Hodges entered the office, and Liesel took her seat opposite the oblong mahogany desk. Sitting at attention, pencil poised, gaze on the pad, Liesel waited. She heard Mr. Hodges close the door and walk across the carpeted floor to his desk and sit in his cushioned leather chair.
At last she looked up. It was unusual for Mr. Hodges to hesitate. By the time he was ready to dictate, he normally had the entire letter formatted in his mind.
“Were you adopted, Miss Bonner?”