Marie met Johann in the theatre lobby after his rehearsal but before hers, and the expression on his face told her that he had seen the same pictures she did. They passed the window repairmen, who gave them suspicious looks.
“There’s nothing like blackmail for breakfast,” he told her.
She tried to smile, but the tightness around her mouth that had started when she saw the photographs wouldn’t let her. “That’s not something to joke about. The spirit wants you out of the way. But there’s something bigger going on.”
She filled him in on what Amelie Lafitte had told her and the strange burned painting in the church that didn’t catch fire to any of the other very flammable things in there.
“And what of the other students?” he asked.
That at least was a relief. “Davidson is going to talk to
