CHAPTER 93
Camille prodded Lucien with her elbow. “Here they come,” she whispered. “You know what to do.”
Ziegler walked toward them, Bayer behind him. His penetrating gaze was fixed on Camille, not wavering, staring sternly.
Her gaze briefly met his and she looked away, admiring the passing countryside. She acted as if the approaching Gestapo had nothing to do with her. She gave them little attention, all but ignoring them as they came closer.
“Papers, please,” Ziegler said, his hand outstretched.
Camille smiled and fumbled through her pockets. She took her documents from her dress pocket, reaching beneath her nurse’s frock. She glanced at them for a moment, ensuring it was what she wanted, and handed them to Ziegler. Even though her heart raced, she acted as casually as she could, p
