CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
Rachel felt trapped within her studio despite the detective’s assurances she was free to roam Montreux as she pleased.
She wanted nothing more than to go to the hovel in Sonzier and see him, to talk to him. To see if he’d hurt that pig who had attacked her. To confirm and reconfirm what he recalled about his past, about his life before . . . Jack’s accident.
Why had he run away this morning and left her alone to confront the gendarmes? Didn’t he trust her?
When the detective had left her sitting in her disheveled bathrobe at the small dining table, he’d said she needed to trust him and the other gendarmes.
And no one else.
For many hours she’d sat there, confused, her thoughts and memories of the last several months playing over in her head, becoming one with her r
