CHAPTER 47
The Mercedes pulled up at the entrance to the majestic house as the sun set that same evening. Wearily, Eric Weissenstein told the chauffeur to come around for him at ten the next morning and let himself in with his own key. As he unlocked the door to his apartments, switching on the lights, a sickly sweet smell met him. It diminished after he opened all the windows and replaced the towel and pillow under her head. Nathalie lay covered up to her chin; her face had turned a translucent grey-white. He glanced around the room. All was as he'd left it.
Now, getting accustomed to the unnatural smell, he easily dispelled it from his consciousness and went over again to where she lay. Bending low, he gave her lips a kiss but recoiled smartly from the icy coldness.
He stood staring d
