CHAPTER 36
WHEN HATCHER LEFT for work the next morning, Monica reported that he looked more rumpled than usual, and he hadn’t shaved either. She was on surveillance duty while the rest of the team ate breakfast. Celine had made French toast—which didn’t come from France, according to Rhys—and served it with whipped cream, powdered sugar, and mixed berries. But Rochelle insisted the only way to eat it was covered in maple syrup, and Coco had to concede that she was right.
“His clothes are creased like he slept in them,” Monica said through the speaker.
“Maybe he did,” Remi said. “He’s fond of running after Coco, and sprinting onto the street in pyjamas or even naked would draw attention he doesn’t want.”
Rhys was on Team Whipped Cream. Coco could barely see his French toast underneath i
