| Paulette had had a fire in her apartment. I asked a workman descending a ladder, "Qu'est-ce qui se passe?" "Someone broke in and was playing with matches." I wanted to be the perfect witness, but I was in Barcelona. A week later, Rémy and Paulette decided to drive to Marseilles for dinner on the bay. Speeding along the autoroute, they listened to Serge and Jane whispering "Je t'aime...moi non plus." Paulette didn't notice the Panda approaching from the rear or the Ruger Vaquero aimed at her head. It didn't happen then. She didn't notice as she ordered bouillabaisse, the two men in trenchcoats eating beside them. She felt only a searing sensation across her neck. Rémy, who had stood up to demand attention from a waiter, was shot in the gut. He died shortly after due to intestinal bleeding. Paulette lived. |