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kind of fell into this,” said
Cameron.
“I was speaking to the
ladies.” Pepe raised his eyebrows and leaned slightly toward Marie and
Nicole, “Beware of this one I tell you. In all of the years I have known
him, he is never far from falling it seems.”
Nicole giggled at Pepe’s
exaggerated cavalier manner and Marie kindly released a subtle smile, a compliment
on her part.
Pepe waived over the
waiter. “Garcon, une autre carafe de vin s'il vous plait,” said Pepe and
then, having ordered wine, he was quick to business. “When old Claude
called I was expecting that you or he would be in town for a visit. Then
I said to myself, Pepe, it is something up with Kincaid. And to be
sure.” Pepe opened his eyes wide.
“So Claude has filled you in?”
asked Cameron.
“I know nothing really. I
do not want to know.” His pleasant grin shifted to a sneer and his tone to
low and sarcastic, “But I did like that little jazz club that disappeared
tonight.”
Marie dropped her eyes to the
table. Pepe squinted at Marie, pursed his lip, let the corners of his
mouth turn up, and then said, “But a little adventure is good for the
blood.” Pepe winked at Cameron, “Anything you need my friend.”
The waiter brought over a carafe
of wine for the table, “Merci,” they each said softly, almost in unison.
Cameron raised his glass to
Pepe, “There really is nothing to tell, not now anyway. But we need to
get to Toronto, and we need your help.”
Pepe slipped his hand into his
sport coat, produced a set of keys and a ticket to the hotel garage, and placed
them on the table. “Take my car,” said Pepe. “It’s a Chevy.
It is not as nice as your Mercedes if I remember. But it will serve you
nicely.”
Marie pulled the envelope that
Glenda had given her from her handbag. “How much do you need? We do
not have much but it is all for you if you like.”
Pepe held his palm to the
envelope, “Please,” said Pepe, “You I forgive, Cameron knows better.” He
reached back into his jacket pocket, pulled out a small notebook, and tore away
a page. He held the paper up with one hand and fiddled with the key ring
on the table with the other. When Pepe found the key he was looking for
he dangled the key ring next to the paper. “This is the address to a
cabin I have on Lake Ontario, and this round key opens the side door.
Stop there on your way to rest for the night.” He looked at the three of
them and then under his breath said, “It will do you some good. You look
like you need it.”
“Merci Monsieur,” said Marie.
Pepe smiled, toasted them with a
nod, and then took a drink. “Under the seat you will find a friend.”
“I have a gun,” said Cameron.
Pepe chuckled, “Of course you
do, only you would bring one across the border in these times.” Pepe’s
eyes went stern, “One can never have too many.” Cameron nodded his head
in agreement. Their long shared history in the Legion had taught them
that armament was not something to be missed when needed.
When the wine was finished, Pepe
walked them to the door. “If you need anything call me, and try to return
my car in one piece.”
“You are a true friend Pepe.”
Pepe grabbed Cameron’s shoulders
and placed a kiss on each cheek, “Viva Legionne.”
Cameron peered deeply into
Pepe’s eyes, “The Legion is our strength.”
* * *
* *
Chapter 15
Highway 401
Pepe was right in that the old
Chevy was not the Mercedes. The numbing hum of the engine muted out all
else in the car. Pepe was also right that Cameron had always put himself
close to trouble, inviting trouble by daring convention. Few Americans
join the French Foreign Legion and Cameron had been one of them.
Apart from French officers, only
a quarter of the ranks of the French Foreign Legion are French, the rest are
foreign nationals from countries such as Bosnia, Germany, England, and even the
United
Cameron.
“I was speaking to the
ladies.” Pepe raised his eyebrows and leaned slightly toward Marie and
Nicole, “Beware of this one I tell you. In all of the years I have known
him, he is never far from falling it seems.”
Nicole giggled at Pepe’s
exaggerated cavalier manner and Marie kindly released a subtle smile, a compliment
on her part.
Pepe waived over the
waiter. “Garcon, une autre carafe de vin s'il vous plait,” said Pepe and
then, having ordered wine, he was quick to business. “When old Claude
called I was expecting that you or he would be in town for a visit. Then
I said to myself, Pepe, it is something up with Kincaid. And to be
sure.” Pepe opened his eyes wide.
“So Claude has filled you in?”
asked Cameron.
“I know nothing really. I
do not want to know.” His pleasant grin shifted to a sneer and his tone to
low and sarcastic, “But I did like that little jazz club that disappeared
tonight.”
Marie dropped her eyes to the
table. Pepe squinted at Marie, pursed his lip, let the corners of his
mouth turn up, and then said, “But a little adventure is good for the
blood.” Pepe winked at Cameron, “Anything you need my friend.”
The waiter brought over a carafe
of wine for the table, “Merci,” they each said softly, almost in unison.
Cameron raised his glass to
Pepe, “There really is nothing to tell, not now anyway. But we need to
get to Toronto, and we need your help.”
Pepe slipped his hand into his
sport coat, produced a set of keys and a ticket to the hotel garage, and placed
them on the table. “Take my car,” said Pepe. “It’s a Chevy.
It is not as nice as your Mercedes if I remember. But it will serve you
nicely.”
Marie pulled the envelope that
Glenda had given her from her handbag. “How much do you need? We do
not have much but it is all for you if you like.”
Pepe held his palm to the
envelope, “Please,” said Pepe, “You I forgive, Cameron knows better.” He
reached back into his jacket pocket, pulled out a small notebook, and tore away
a page. He held the paper up with one hand and fiddled with the key ring
on the table with the other. When Pepe found the key he was looking for
he dangled the key ring next to the paper. “This is the address to a
cabin I have on Lake Ontario, and this round key opens the side door.
Stop there on your way to rest for the night.” He looked at the three of
them and then under his breath said, “It will do you some good. You look
like you need it.”
“Merci Monsieur,” said Marie.
Pepe smiled, toasted them with a
nod, and then took a drink. “Under the seat you will find a friend.”
“I have a gun,” said Cameron.
Pepe chuckled, “Of course you
do, only you would bring one across the border in these times.” Pepe’s
eyes went stern, “One can never have too many.” Cameron nodded his head
in agreement. Their long shared history in the Legion had taught them
that armament was not something to be missed when needed.
When the wine was finished, Pepe
walked them to the door. “If you need anything call me, and try to return
my car in one piece.”
“You are a true friend Pepe.”
Pepe grabbed Cameron’s shoulders
and placed a kiss on each cheek, “Viva Legionne.”
Cameron peered deeply into
Pepe’s eyes, “The Legion is our strength.”
* * *
* *
Chapter 15
Highway 401
Pepe was right in that the old
Chevy was not the Mercedes. The numbing hum of the engine muted out all
else in the car. Pepe was also right that Cameron had always put himself
close to trouble, inviting trouble by daring convention. Few Americans
join the French Foreign Legion and Cameron had been one of them.
Apart from French officers, only
a quarter of the ranks of the French Foreign Legion are French, the rest are
foreign nationals from countries such as Bosnia, Germany, England, and even the
United
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