This week’s exclusive excerpt of my recent novel, The Postwoman, shines on a light on Dedée doing what she does best—keeping the Gestapo on their toes. 

The street lights were turned off, but Dedée could navigate well in her old neighborhood with just the ambient light from the sky. When she turned onto her street about two blocks from her house, she stopped to scan the area. The street slanted downward and she could easily see that no cars were parked anywhere near her home. In this area,...