Chapter 27September 28
“DO YOU THINK we'll be all right on the boat?” asked Declercq. He studied the crisscrossed steel. The Eiffel Tower looked much taller from the ground than in the postcards.
“We've been through our stories and all the questions we can think of,” Brie said. “We'll be fine.” She copied his gaze. “Want to go up?”
“Not now. We should go to the airport. I'll meet you on Thursday at the hotel, or would you prefer the airport? I expect to hear from someone soon with the time to board.”
“We're being discrete. The hotel is best. We're on our own.”
“I hope we get instructions for when this is over.”
“We should go home straightaway. If everything goes well, they'll be in touch within a day. They want to keep us safe.” She hoped that proved true.
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Monday, October 3
