I was wrong. That was exactly what was happening when Georgette touched me. I could feel my chest contract and I was very tense as she held my hand. ... wasn’t really paying attention as we turned away from her door and went along the porch to the far end and her parents’ door. She didn’t bother to ring the bell, but simply turned the knob and entered. When we did, I could smell the roasting turkey and what I thought might be a pumpkin pie as well. I’d been deprived of those smells for two years. The smell of urine filled the room and the splashing noise from the bottle was clearly audible. Somehow Emily felt exposed by this, even though she knew that nobody was around.The bottle was filled nearly to the top after she had finally finished. Standing up, she took the bottle up and surveyed her work. It was a light yellow liquid as far she could tell from the light that came from the open door, in her haste she hadn’t had time to close it, which was good, because she also didn’t have time. Cute. Tight quarters, but that would be fine.The two big beds were in the back of the trailer, no curtain separating them. Walker grinned, Pilar nudged him with her elbow.As instructed, I double-checked the hook-ups. Water, electricity, sewer. That was the sum and substance of my official duties.The campground was huge. Hundreds of RVs, campers, pickups with ... um, shell things in back. And hundreds of tents for the heartier souls. Pilar wrinkled her nose, “Ugh.” Portable johns were. Security director Patrick Jackson was not kind to the current French government or its two national police units.The National Police had jurisdiction over the major cities. They did patrols, traffic control and identity checks. They were glorified town cops from the sound of it.The National Gendarmerie was a branch of the armed forces placed under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Interior with additional duties to the Ministry of Defense. They were assigned to the smaller towns and other.