“I was afraid you wouldn’t come,” Emilie said as Camille and Lucien entered All Things Napoleon.
“We almost didn’t,” Camille said, eyeing the customers. “How do you know my name?”
“Not here,” Emilie whispered. “Wait just a minute.”
Emilie went to the back of the store where Denis, her loyal employee, was adding recently arrived books to a shelf. “Can you watch the counter for an hour or so?” she asked. “I won’t be too long.”
“Yes, of course,” he replied, following her to the front.
Emilie approached Camille and Lucien, nodded subtly, and motioned for them to follow as she stepped out onto the pavement. “We’re not going far,” she said. “Just to meet a friend at a café around the corner.”
“Why should we trust you?” Camille asked, stopping abruptly.
Emilie looked at her, trying to show
