CHAPTER 24“She fell from the roof of an abandoned warehouse slated for demolition, between the railroad embankment and the Bassin de la Villette,” Gojon told me. “Fell, or was pushed.”
“They killed her.” My voice sounded toneless and far off, not part of me.
“Maybe. Impossible to tell. Her skull was smashed. That could be from the fall. Or part of it could have been done before she was thrown off. If she was thrown off.”
I was sure of it. Angelina Doniol had killed two others who had quit her gang. How deeply Sarah had become part of that gang, I couldn’t know. She’d gone along with them at least partway, out of her feelings for Henri and maybe out of excitement at what he chose to tell her about its plans. But then she’d learned the full extent of what they’d done and what they were pl
