TWELVEJACK CRUMBO was in his inexpensive hotel room in Cassis when he heard the news. He answered the banging door to find his French colleague, Corbin Lacoste, fighting back tears. “It’s all over the police radio. Radio and television news are picking it up. There’s a riot going on in St. Tropez.”
“What happened?” Crumbo asked. “Something about Honey and Leonard?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Corbin answered, his chin lowering closer and closer to his chest. “The worst has happened.”
“What?” Crumbo asked again as he waited for his friend to collect himself.
“Honey and Leonard drowned in St. Tropez.”
Crumbo straightened up and shifted instinctively into his skeptical, journalist mode. “They drowned? How?”
Lacoste came into Crumbo’s room and sat down on the bed. He began crying as he told the ent
