CHAPTER 57
Lucien followed Camille out to the truck, nervously watching farm fields for approaching Germans. He now recognized the danger and, even though he still didn’t know who she was, he realized she had special skills. If anyone could escape the enemy, she could.
She tossed the satchel with her belongings in the front seat. “Put your bags in here.”
Lucien did as requested, wondering what was next. It wasn’t the time to ask. He would do what he was told.
“Let’s go in the barn,” she said.
“For the petrol?”
“No, we can’t take the petrol,” she said. “It’ll look suspicious. Maybe if we had gone before the Gestapo came. But not now.”
She bent over the wooden crates stacked by the door and took the lid off the largest. It was filled with junk—machinery parts, nuts, and bolts. She ope
