Chapter Twenty-OneBrussels, June 1977
The wedding had been a quiet affair, not at all what Margherita Dumas had expected. She'd thought that Renaud would have wanted to make a grand gesture on the day he sealed his love for his bride Marlette. As it was, the guest list had been kept to a minimum, just a few close friends and family, and the service had taken place in a quiet secluded church on the outskirts of town, close to where Marlette had lived with her parents.
She'd behaved like the perfect friend and colleague towards Renaud all day, and then, shortly before the couple had departed from the reception at a small hotel to begin the journey to the airport to catch their honeymoon flight, she cornered the groom in a quiet corner of the room. “Alexander, I don't want to spoil your day
