CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
“Madame,” Detective Gendarme Baertschi greeted Rachel as she stepped into the back of the town car.
“How did you know I was here?” she asked.
His face softened and he appeared almost apologetic. “The circumstance of your family, of your husband and daughter, are of continued interest to Interpol—I’m certain you understand why that is. At most we keep a cursory check on your whereabouts as part of the ongoing Montreux investigation. But that is not the reason I’m here.” He stroked the length of his nose with the tip of his ring finger. She recalled a wedding band, but it was no longer there.
With Detective Baertschi, Rachel knew she was better off saying nothing to avoid being misunderstood. Or caught in a lie. Again.
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