She'll find them. Philippe De Caen muttered under his breath as he followed her, his careful footsteps muffled by the sand. The whistled birdcall told him to stall her. They needed five more minutes to hide the goods. Not for the first time he cursed the fact that Randall Gretton had been posted to the village. Him alone would have been bad enough, but for Randall to be accompanied by his sister was Philippe's worst nightmare. Grimly he remembered Caleb's words as they rested, rolled in each other's arms the previous week. "He's bringing her. No doubt Lord Gretton is laying down the family law once more. We must take care." Now he wondered just whom they must take care of; themselves or Cecy? His was not the only smuggling ring in the area, indeed he was not generally working for himself, but to facilitate ease of passage for others. In specific for someone who wanted Britain to proper and become a safe country. Within his role as smuggler's friend he walked a dangerous path. His own leader was ruthless when necessary, but basically kind.
