Place Beauvau, ParisGaston stops in the arched entrance of the Place le Beauvau. Handing Matt a sealed envelope. “You will need this Monsieur.”
Matt, finds a French Security Pass inside, surprised to see it already has his photo on it.
An armed gendarme officer leans in through the window and examines his pass. Satisfied, he signals to his colleague to lift the barrier.
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Pascal, strides out the lift and across to reception. “Monsieur Jensen, pleased to meet you.”
Matt turns to see a Smartly dressed young man, with short dark curly hair. “My name is Pascal, please, let me escort you to Mademoiselle Bouche’s office.”
“Merci Pascal,” said Matt.
Back in her office, Lisette had opened the blue folder and was sifting through the sheets of paper. She pulls out and reads one of the s
