Emerging from the woods, a caravan of military vehicles unlike any she’d ever seen before pulled into the yard.
A military man stepped out of the first car, moving immediately to Renee as if he knew exactly who she was, although she’d never seen him before.
“M. Duvalier?”
“Yes, I am.”
“Warrant Officer Cavaral. This brothel is now the property of General Marchand. You will surrender yourselves to him now.”
“We are surrendered to whoever shows their face to us,” Renee declared.
“No, Madame. You surrender to these forces alone, the province is now under the command of a new government.”
“The rebel government?”
“There are no rebels, only patriots.” He strode the yard, paced back and forth looking like a puffed up bird. After appraising the structure thoroughly, he turned back to Rene
