"It was a misty Wednesday morning. Inside the Gestapo headquarters, you could cut the tension with a knife. There was a traitor in their midst: someone had leaked a list of the SS to the British press. The head of the Gestapo called me into his office. Panelled oak walls, a grand piano in the corner, rugs lining the floor--the place where he ordered executions every day. I sat at the desk, reaching for the typewriter and adjusting the paper. On the wall, the clock ticked loudly. He stood over me; I could almost feel his breath on my neck. 'I don't know where the leak came from. Do you?' he asked. I couldn't stop my hands from trembling. I was sure he could hear the thrashing of my heart. Because I wasn't just a secretary: I was an undercover Jewish girl. The person who fetched them tea, typed their letters, and made them laugh was their enemy. And my day of reckoning had arrived..."--Provided by publisher