Chapter 16First thing on Monday morning, Gregory Armand arrives at the office to speak to me so there is no need to telephone him. It seems he has more unanswered questions than I do and I'm concerned. I don't like strangers digging around in my patch and I hope that after our little chat, he leaves town. When we are seated, I offer him coffee but he declines, another bad sign. It's clear he means business and doesn't want to be distracted by niceties.
“If you don't mind, Officer,” he says. “I'll tell you what I know and what I want to find out, then we can go on from there.”
I nod. I much prefer asking the questions, but in this instance, I might learn more from just listening.
“There is no dispute that Madame Falandry died, and before she died her home was gifted to Monsieur Claude. T
