Johann saw Marie skirt along the edge of the auditorium and disappear into the administrative wing, her expression determined. Maestro Fouré inclined his head in that direction. Johann nodded, and when the conductor called a break, he placed his violin in its case and went to search for Marie.
He found her in Lucille’s theatre office giving a message to a young man.
“And bring me the reply when you get one,” she told him. He jerked his chin to his chest once and was off.
“What was that about?” Johann asked.
“Doctor Radcliffe asked that I help you with Amelie Lafitte.”
In the watery sunlight coming through the window, her face looked pinched and pale.
“You don’t have to. I’m sure the inspector will manage to blunder his way into the relevant information.”
Her laugh brought some color
