35“Bonjour, Annette,” Monsour said as he came into the mairie, first thing Monday morning.
“Bonjour, Paul-Henri. I hope you’ve got some news?”
“We’ll see. People seem to think murder investigations go like that,” he said, snapping his fingers. “But usually they take time and patience. It’s not as though we have a long line of witnesses,” he added defensively. Monsour glanced around the office for a moment, noting the two women working at desks behind Annette. They looked busy but were no doubt straining to hear every word. “I do have some more questions for you. Is there somewhere private we can talk, or would you like to come outside?”
Annette looked rattled. She glanced behind her, then took a deep breath. “Maybe we should go out,” she said.
Once on the street, she asked, “Is this…is
