Emilie sat at an outdoor table in her favorite café on Boulevard Saint-Germain. She sipped her coffee, listening intently to Louie Bassett. She had told him about following Jacques, and what she had found in his study.
“Are you now convinced I am who I claim?’ he asked.
She hesitated. “I’m more convinced than I was. I’ll feel better when telephone lines are restored, and I can talk to my family.”
“They will tell you that I’m your designated contact. It should come as no surprise. You knew this day was coming.”
Her face firmed. “I did know this day would come. But I didn’t know you would be part of it.”
He eyed the patrons, his gaze shifting to passing pedestrians and traffic on the street. “Are you ready to cooperate?” he asked.
“I would prefer to speak to my family first.”
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