TWENTY-NINE
He left Marianne in the flat and went round to Colin’s hotel. He was not there. Chaise kicked his heels and stared up at the sky. It looked like rain. He could have done with the Clio. Where the b****y hell had he gone? Grumbling, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and went back to the office to let them know his plans.
At the corner, he thought he saw the same car that had cruised by the night before, but he couldn’t be sure. Nighttime made recognising colours difficult, and he hadn’t clocked the registration. It stood empty, parked a little way towards the end of the square, so he memorised the number before dipping his head under the estate agency entrance.
Yet another girl sat at reception. She hammered away at the keyboard, a pair of headphones clamped to her head, and
