Emilie Dufort waited at a café around the corner from All Things Napoleon. She sat at an indoor table, near the back, partially hidden by a half wall that led to a side entrance. She sipped her coffee, plotting what she would do next. So much had happened in so short a time—some expected, some not.
It was time to choose sides. She had been prepared, knowing the day would come, but still not ready when it arrived. She had hoped to spend the war as an innocent Parisian shopkeeper in a*****e she loved. But her family, and those they associated with, demanded more. It seemed that Louie Bassett was the vehicle to drive her to that destination. He sought her help, but she wasn’t yet sure if it was limited to exposing her husband’s web of deceit or if he wanted more. And although she didn’t know
