Episode 72 - The OtherMonte Carlo, France, 2 January
I feel the scrutinising look of Monsieur Moreau, but keep staring into my coffee cup. I don’t want to lie or keep anything secret from him, yet still feel unable to completely open myself up to him.
'It seems your intuition has chosen a rather long-winded path for you, otherwise, we wouldn't be sitting here now,' he says.
'Well, it's just happened, I didn't mean it ... ' I mumble.
A waiter comes up. Monsieur Moreau orders another espresso.
Putting aside his cigar, he takes out a small notebook and writes something down in it. I relax a bit and decide that from now on I will tell him nothing but the truth, if, of course, he still wants to know it.
'Bon, mon ami [1],' Monsieur Moreau says, raising his eyes to me, 'shall we leave th
