Camille said goodbye to Mme. Abadie, an elderly woman who owned a dress shop. She stepped outside, lace, quilts, and dresses displayed in the front window. In a nearby alley, Lucien’s truck was parked by the corner. Henry Green was safe. At least for now.
She got in the truck and drove away. She had been gone twenty minutes, maybe longer, when she parked close to the corner where Lucien waited. He stood a few meters away, leaning against a building. She nodded to him and glanced at two German soldiers who passed, eyeing an attractive woman.
Lucien opened the door and climbed in. “Did it go as planned?”
“As well as it could.”
“Is Henry safe?”
She looked in the side mirror and eased out onto the street. “Yes, he’s safe.”
“I hope he makes it out.”
“The Germans imposed a curfew,” she sa
