On their first visit it had been too dark to see the police station. Now, in the light of day, Brandy saw it for what it was, a gray building on a gray cobblestone side street. A perfect home for Colonel Blanc with his missing empathy and AWOL sense of justice.
Ray just got their rental unlocked as an excited female shout got their attention. “Hello. Excuse me. Voyons. You know someone killed last night at the castle?”
VoyonsThey took in the tall drink of Perrier who"d kicked them both without lifting a foot. “What the hell kind of question is that?” Ray demanded.
The girl seemed genuinely confused. “I"m sorry?”
Brandy squeezed Ray"s arm to halt a rise in temperature. She took in the woman who"d addressed them in accented, but impressive, English. “We just passed inside,” Brandy said.
