As Mimi examined her wireless, a figure emerged through the darkness. In his mid-thirties, he possessed broad shoulders and a muscular frame while a proud nose and a neatly trimmed moustache dominated his handsome features."The owls are loud tonight," the man said revealing a voice blessed with a deep baritone."You're allowed to make a loud noise when you're the wisest of birds," I replied.With our code words established, the man stepped forward and shook my hand. His handshake was firm while his pumping action threatened to remove my arm from my shoulder."I am Jean-Claude," he smiled. "Jean-Claude Quiniou. I will escort you to the safe house and introduce you to the Le Roux family.""I'm Genevieve," I said, "and this is Lise." Of course, I used our aliases, for Eve and Mimi belonged to another life.