Chapter 8 Mark
I threw a ten euro note down on the table while scanning to ensure we hadn't left anything behind. While I’d enjoyed the atmosphere and the company, the woman who’d brought our order had one of the sourest faces I'd ever seen, including Agent Derny on the night she’d taken over watching Robin for me while I’d packed. If all the waitresses in Paris were like this one, the downside to the European tradition of not tipping was apparent.
Catching a cab in the interest of time, Robin waved me off when I attempted to pay. “You paid last time. Besides, it's the least I can do if you're serious about helping me find my dad. I’ll tell you everything when we get to the hotel— you may change your mind once you know more.”
Her frightened eyes darted around the lobby. I held out my ar
