Camille and Lucien left the café and started back toward her apartment. “I don’t want to take a direct route,” she said. “We’ll circle a few blocks to ensure we’re not being followed.”
“I don’t know how you do it,” Lucien said, shaking his head with admiration.
“Do what?”
“Deal with the intrigue, the constant danger.”
She shrugged and wrapped her arm in his. “I was trained. Just as you were.”
He laughed. “Much different. I learned about the body and how to heal it. You learned how to break into safes.”
“Not much different. Both skills. But you spent more time with your education than I did.”
“I’m always amazed by the twists and turns. Now Jacques has been exposed as a traitor—by his own wife—and we give the diamonds to a complete stranger.”
“What did you think of Louie Bassett?”
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