Thirty One
“We’ve tried to think of everything.” — Francesca BoyleIt was a sunny day, but the wind was just a little too strong, and with just too much hint of chill, to make sitting on the balcony of Café sur la Colline a relaxing experience. Consequently, they had the balcony to themselves — Isaac, Bailey and Constable Goff. Isaac sipped his flat white and observed the inspector sitting across the table, slowly processing what he had just told her. Goff sat to her left — quietly observant and with an A5 notepad open on the table in front of him, the page three-quarters full of Goff’s business-like handwriting.
It seemed to Isaac that Bailey must have left her house in something of a hurry. She was wearing paint-stained and baggy sweatpants and a polar fleece, and showed no sign of havi
