Though she might see some hope here, she looks defeated. “I could lose the inn, I could go to jail.”
“We’ll see about that, Bella, we’ll see if what you were makes any difference. We’ll see if the coroner’s inquest will change anything, if there’s a coroner’s inquest.”
“What are you going to do?”
“A little investigation of my own.”
“Oh, Daniel, be careful.”
“Hey, I’ve been investigating life in one form or another for fifteen years. This will just be a different kind of investigation. You’re not going to marry Claude Fauré, Bella. And if you need a man to make you submit and do dastardly things to you, that can be me. I can think of nothing I’d rather do than find new ways to give you pleasure. And I’m not talking rose petals, wine, and romance. Now go back to the inn. Apologize to Zo
