Chapter 10Cameron was worried about Marcelle calling this late from Paris. And why would she even bother to call the restaurant when Cameron’s cell phone was never far. She picked up the receiver left on a bar stool by the waiter.
“Maman, bon nuit, it’s me. Is everything alright?”
“I suggest if you value Maura Dunne’s life at all you leave that restaurant this instant.”
The voice was gruff, masculine and mottled as if the speaker was wearing a mask. It certainly wasn’t that of a refined French woman.
“Who the hell is this?”
“A friend.”
The voice sounded familiar somehow. She wracked her brain but just couldn’t place it.
“Bullshit.”
“You have five minutes. I can see Dr. Dunne right now in that form fitting dress of hers. Black really is her color, isn’t it?”
“Listen, you sonofabitc
