CHAPTER 22Back in the third century, it is said, Saint Denis tucked his head under his arm after it had been lopped off by unbelievers and carried it up over the Parisian hill now called Montmartre in honor of that miracle.
I carried a copy of Angelina Doniol’s picture up the same hill to Gojon’s apartment.
Which was a lot like handing him my head. Because I also told him everything else I had concerning Angelina Doniol. That had to include the fact that I’d had the picture since Friday. Admitting that was part of my penance. If I had given Gojon the photograph and information two days earlier, the police might have caught Angelina Doniol in time to prevent her gang from snatching Sylvia Vouret.
Not likely, since they’d shifted out of France into Belgium. But possible.
“We’ll see how y
