Josef couldn’t even bring himself to look at them. He let go of the door and strode straight through the workshop toward the back of the house, into the kitchen. With a curt flick of his hand, he signaled Violet to follow.
Laurent, of course, wasn’t having a stomach ache. It was simply the excuse Claire came up with so the three of them could get inside Josef’s home. But Laurent understood perfectly; taking the hint, he slipped into the bathroom to play along.
While he hid in there, Matteo wandered around, bored out of his skull. His eyes drifted briefly over the assortment of parts displayed in the front glass cabinet, then moved on—he’d been here so many times, yet he had never bothered to actually look at anything inside.
Claire stepped up beside him and murmured, “DON’T forget why
