CHAPTER SIXTY-NINE
Rachel stepped into the town car and buckled in as it started south down Great Pulteney Street.
“I’m glad you contacted me, Madame Walton,” Detective Gendarme Baertschi said.
“Why didn’t you tell me there was a murder when I mentioned seeing that man in Seven Dials?” she asked.
“There is much I cannot tell you. Surely you understand my reasons for discretion.”
Rachel reluctantly nodded. “Okay. I’ve seen him twice. At Heaven he called me by my name. He knows who I am.”
“And how could that be?”
“I don’t know. You’re the detective. Do you think he killed those people?”
“It doesn’t matter what I think. Only what the facts relate.”
The pressure in Rachel’s head increased with her exasperation. “All right then. What do the facts relate? The ones you can tell me.”
“Yo
