CHAPTER TWENTY NINE
Detective Granger sat with Estelle Bret in the small lounge, which was bright with low autumn sunshine. Estelle owned a modest apartment in Senlis, an hour’s drive north of Paris, and she was the second of Pierre’s ex-mistresses who had agreed to be interviewed by him that day.
“Pierre and I had an affair for the best part of a year,” she said.
She fidgeted with a lock of her long, dark hair as she spoke. She was tall, slender, and very beautiful, perfectly made up and trendily dressed in ripped jeans and a fringed suede jacket.
“Please continue,” Granger said. Reassuring her again, he added, “This is entirely confidential, madame. I am writing a few notes but this is not being recorded.”
Granger had assumed that these interviews would be routine background researc
