Murder At the Lanterne Rouge
“DOWN IN THE passage, Aimée fought the urge to light a cigarette. The pack of crumpled Gauloises lay, like a talisman, in the bottom of her bag. Just knowing its proximity reassured her, gave her the power to choose to smoke or not. She inhaled the crisp, cold air and exhaled, her breath like smoke.
She hit René’s number on her cell phone. “The bags aren’t the only faux things in the shop, René,” Aimée said, unfurling her scarf. “The Wus aren’t the Wus.”
René cleared his throat. “Try making sense, Aimée.”
“Visualize the new Monsieur Wu I met: middle-aged, shorter, speaks good French, with an attitude.”
“New?”
She recounted what happened in the luggage shop. “Smelled bad, René. He’d prepared.”
“And you bought it?”
She rooted for her gloves. “Hard to dispute after he showed me his business license, permit and ledger showing he’s owned the shop since 1995.”
“But he could have hidden the real Wus. Maybe he waited until after you left. Hurt them.”
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