Chapter 47



“La Rochelle?” asked Pepe.

“Oui, Monsieur Laroque,” said Nicole.

Pepe lightly sighed and raised his brows.

Nicole had finished her story as quickly as she had started.  She turned her head back out the window.  The Chevy was now going south down the border of Maine and she could see a peach ribbon in the distant west where the night had not yet stolen the sky.

“So it is true then,” said Pepe, looking west as well.

“So it is,” said Cameron.

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