Chapter Twenty-OneThérèse Perrault left the station in high spirits. The job Dufort had given her was probably not going to be that exciting, she was telling herself, but she was thrilled that he had chosen her to do it, and by herself for once. Especially after she had not managed to find Adèle or find out anything about her bad foot. She grinned at a young boy coming out of the épicerie clutching a package of Haribo gummies. She nodded to a mother pushing a stroller, and then to a workman going into a boulangerie to get some bread to take home for lunch. Her stomach growled.
Just a few blocks away, the Desrosiers mansion loomed up, a floor or two higher than the other houses on the block. The shutters and door were violet-blue; twin topiaries on the front landing had started to look scr
