Emilie was behind the counter at All Things Napoleon when Louie Bassett came through the door. She glanced nervously around the shop. Three or four customers wandered the aisles, one of her employees ready to assist if needed. He was an older man named Denis. He had worked at the store for many years, having been employed by her uncle.
Bassett wandered the store. He eyed a sword display and then looked through the toy soldier collection. While he did, he watched the customers, gradually making his way to the counter. He picked up a military magazine that featured an article comparing Wellington to Napoleon.
“Good morning, Emilie,” Louie said as he laid the magazine on the counter. “Do you have anything for me?”
“I do,” she said, reaching under the counter.
“Wait,” he hissed.
Denis, he
