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“You? Again?” Clémence shook her head.

“Can’t stay away from me for long, can you?”

Arthur stepped out, grinning in all his pink glory.

“What are you doing here?”

“The guy I had a meeting with at Mable & Best is still out for lunch, so I thought I’d take a walk. So your appointment is here as well?”

Clémence couldn’t believe they both ended up in the same building. Paris was really like a small town sometimes. She figured she might as well tell him.

“Okay, I’m going to F.R.Fraser,” she admitted. “The financial firm.”

“Of course I know what F.R. Fraser is.”

“I have to collect the things for my friend’s boyfriend who works there. Or used to work there rather. He was murdered.”

She filled him in on everything. Arthur shook his head in shock.

“But you’re not just here to collect his things are you?”

“Yes I am,” she replied.

“No, you’re dressed up. You’re up to something. Who do you suspect is the murderer this time? Spill it.”

Clémence sighed. Must Arthur get involved every time?

“Fine.” She briefed him on Pierre’s coworker, and how she wanted to interrogate him.

“How are you going to do that without making it sound like you’re accusing him of murder?”

“I have ways.”

Arthur gave her a hard look. “You haven’t even prepared what you’re going to say, have you?”

“I took improv classes in lycée. I’m good at thinking on my feet. You know, feel my way into it. It’s worked so far.”

“Maybe you need someone with experience in the finance world to help you.” Arthur’s chest seemed to inflate by the second.

Clémence snorted. “If you mean someone who sleeps in till ten every morning and plays tennis, sure.”

Arthur expressed mock outrage. “I don’t think you have a clue as to the breadth of the talents that I possess...

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Paolo looked around. His gaze followed a petite, bored looking brunette who was walking toward the office where St. Clair was currently in. Clémence wondered if she was going to be called in and questioned about the murder. They didn’t have much time before the news of Pierre’s murder really spread.

“That’s her?” Clémence asked.

“Yes,” said Paolo. “But it looks like she’s busy. She just went into our boss’s office.”

“Well, we better go,” Arthur said. “We got what we came for. Thanks.”

“Anytime,” Paolo gave him a sly smile. “It was lovely meeting you.”

As Clémence exited through the glass door and Arthur followed, Paolo called after them.

“Wait. Edouard? Can I speak to you for just a minute?”

“Moi?” Arthur looked flustered. “Um, sure.”

“I’ll wait for you in the hall.” Clémence grinned.

She wondered what Paolo would say, but she had a pretty good idea.