CHAPTER NINETEEN
Cassie’s hand shook as she turned the key in the bedroom door. She tried to do it quietly, but it made an audible click, and then jammed. She could hear footsteps swiftly walking away.
Cassie wrestled with the lock and finally it turned. She flung the door open and stared down the corridor.
There was nobody in sight.
Who had been outside her room? Pierre? Margot?
Righteous anger led her feet of their own accord down the corridor to Pierre’s bedroom. As soon as she rounded the corner, she could hear raised voices and realized they were arguing behind the closed bedroom door. So it couldn’t have been either of them. It sounded like a heated and acrimonious debate and she wondered if Margot, too, had smelled the perfume on Pierre’s skin, or whether they were still fighti
