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plausible. If Nicole did try to seduce him and her ego got bruised, it might’ve provoked her bad behavior.
When Clémence didn’t answer, his voice rose in detectable fury. “You’re kidding, right? Why would I murder Rachel, who I barely know?”
Clémence kept cool. The better she kept cool, the more Zach would unravel.
“Rachel was poking her nose around. She might’ve had a good idea who really murdered Nicole.”
“And why in hell would you think I murdered Nicole?”
“What did Nicole have over you, Zach?”
His eyes dimmed. She thought she saw a glimmer of fear again, mixed with anger. She’d struck something.
“I told you,” he said through gritted teeth. “She doesn’t get along with a lot of people.”
“I know she has something over you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Not only did the bartender look their way again, but the other patrons as well.
“I’ll find out,” Clémence said in her low, cool voice.
“Are you done here?” Zach stood up and walked out of the Blue Bar without waiting for a response.
Chapter 10
Clémence talked a good talk, but she wasn’t confident that she would find out what Zach hiding. And he was hiding something, because someone with nothing to hide wouldn’t get angry and defensive so easily. The secret must’ve been something big.
Clémence took a cab to the Faubourg Saint-Honoré district. She got out and started walking down Rue Saint-Honoré. The neighborhood was the crème de la crème of design and fashion. During Paris Fashion week, all the fashionable jet-setters would descend in the area. She passed by Colette, Balenciaga, and Stuart Weitzman, as well as some high-end lingerie and perfume shops. She also passed by Chateau du Chocolat , where Nicole had visited, but where was ILILIL?
She passed the shoe store where Arthur bought his dress shoes in nearly every shade of brown, then she reached Place Vendome, where all the high-end jewelry shops were.
Maybe she was wasting her time looking for ILILIL. It seemed like a hopeless plan to be walking around aimlessly. Paris was massive. The neighborhood was big, and who was to say that Nicole didn’t just hop in a cab and go to her secret meeting somewhere else?
Clémence wasn’t exactly giving up, but she stopped looking so hard. Walking around Paris was her favorite thing to do anyway, and since she was already out and about, she might as well enjoy it.
She stopped in the Pierre Hermé on Avenue de l’Opéra to check out their latest macarons. A few tourists were outside the small shop, smiling for pictures as they posed with their macaron boxes. Tourists often did the same in front of the Damour patisseries.
Clémence chuckled and got in line. Sometimes she liked to see what the other patisseries were selling. Pierre Hermé was definitely their top competition when it came to macarons. Hermé was a family friend, and Clémence’s parents called him the Picasso of macarons. He was Sebastien’s hero.
She bought just one macaron in their newest flavor, Coffee, Orange Blossom & Candied Orange. Back out on the street, she took the macaron out of the plastic bag and took a bite. How did Hermé do it? The strange coffee and orange combination worked well, while the individual flavors burst in her mouth. She went back in and bought three more of the same flavor. Sebastien and Berenice needed to try them. Sebastien needed some inspiration from the competition to step up his macaron game.
Clémence considered what she should do next for the case since she was at a loss as to finding out what ILILIL was. She couldn’t talk to Sarah Briar until the next day, when Sophie had arranged for her to meet her on set. She wanted to talk to Sarah today, but her schedule was packed. Not only was she shooting on set, she also had interviews and even a quick photoshoot in the 2nd arrondissement, which could go into the evening. And there was also Cynthia Collins to
When Clémence didn’t answer, his voice rose in detectable fury. “You’re kidding, right? Why would I murder Rachel, who I barely know?”
Clémence kept cool. The better she kept cool, the more Zach would unravel.
“Rachel was poking her nose around. She might’ve had a good idea who really murdered Nicole.”
“And why in hell would you think I murdered Nicole?”
“What did Nicole have over you, Zach?”
His eyes dimmed. She thought she saw a glimmer of fear again, mixed with anger. She’d struck something.
“I told you,” he said through gritted teeth. “She doesn’t get along with a lot of people.”
“I know she has something over you.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Not only did the bartender look their way again, but the other patrons as well.
“I’ll find out,” Clémence said in her low, cool voice.
“Are you done here?” Zach stood up and walked out of the Blue Bar without waiting for a response.
Chapter 10
Clémence talked a good talk, but she wasn’t confident that she would find out what Zach hiding. And he was hiding something, because someone with nothing to hide wouldn’t get angry and defensive so easily. The secret must’ve been something big.
Clémence took a cab to the Faubourg Saint-Honoré district. She got out and started walking down Rue Saint-Honoré. The neighborhood was the crème de la crème of design and fashion. During Paris Fashion week, all the fashionable jet-setters would descend in the area. She passed by Colette, Balenciaga, and Stuart Weitzman, as well as some high-end lingerie and perfume shops. She also passed by Chateau du Chocolat , where Nicole had visited, but where was ILILIL?
She passed the shoe store where Arthur bought his dress shoes in nearly every shade of brown, then she reached Place Vendome, where all the high-end jewelry shops were.
Maybe she was wasting her time looking for ILILIL. It seemed like a hopeless plan to be walking around aimlessly. Paris was massive. The neighborhood was big, and who was to say that Nicole didn’t just hop in a cab and go to her secret meeting somewhere else?
Clémence wasn’t exactly giving up, but she stopped looking so hard. Walking around Paris was her favorite thing to do anyway, and since she was already out and about, she might as well enjoy it.
She stopped in the Pierre Hermé on Avenue de l’Opéra to check out their latest macarons. A few tourists were outside the small shop, smiling for pictures as they posed with their macaron boxes. Tourists often did the same in front of the Damour patisseries.
Clémence chuckled and got in line. Sometimes she liked to see what the other patisseries were selling. Pierre Hermé was definitely their top competition when it came to macarons. Hermé was a family friend, and Clémence’s parents called him the Picasso of macarons. He was Sebastien’s hero.
She bought just one macaron in their newest flavor, Coffee, Orange Blossom & Candied Orange. Back out on the street, she took the macaron out of the plastic bag and took a bite. How did Hermé do it? The strange coffee and orange combination worked well, while the individual flavors burst in her mouth. She went back in and bought three more of the same flavor. Sebastien and Berenice needed to try them. Sebastien needed some inspiration from the competition to step up his macaron game.
Clémence considered what she should do next for the case since she was at a loss as to finding out what ILILIL was. She couldn’t talk to Sarah Briar until the next day, when Sophie had arranged for her to meet her on set. She wanted to talk to Sarah today, but her schedule was packed. Not only was she shooting on set, she also had interviews and even a quick photoshoot in the 2nd arrondissement, which could go into the evening. And there was also Cynthia Collins to
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