To a husky man a step behind them, reading a copy of Paris Turf .
Finally, judiciously, back to the cathedral’s center portal where he tugged out a map of the city, unfolded it, studied it for what he considered a sufficient amount of time before folding and stuffing it back in his rear trouser pocket, a sightseer seeking direction.
Yet beyond the pose, he had the same shivery feeling felt in London. Something seen had registered within him. A warning. Someone somewhere out there might be observing him.
CHAPTER 35INCIDENT AT CHÂTELET-LES-HALLES
Hansi Barmer, hidden behind a crowd of tourists in Notre-Dame’s square, noticed with anxiety Pablo de Silva glance around. Has he spotted me? he wondered. He watched his target walk south toward a modest bridge that arched over the Seine. Hansi
