The bicycle spy

Marcel read the note once, twice, and then a third time. Picnics, bridges... what could it mean? Why hide a message about a picnic in a loaf of bread? Unless... maybe it was a code of some kind. The Germans had invaded the Free Zone about two weeks ago. Marcel's father had sent him to his aunt's with bread several times since then. He'd never thought anything of it -- he'd been delivering bread for them since he was eight or nine. But going multiple times in only two weeks was way more than usual. The trips he had made recently must have been about more than just delivering bread or pastries. Much more... Excerpted from The Bicycle Spy by Yona Zeldis McDonough All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.