Chapitre 131: Chapter 131: Fatale, Part 11

Klempner

Two weeks and... nothing...

Not a whisper. Nothing I can find.

Sitting in the corner of Antonio's, I've spent a pleasant afternoon, but frustration gnaws at me. Hickman reports that all is well, but...

Has Juliana given up?

?

Not fucking likely...

Antonio's cafe has become somewhat of a routine. Misgivings nudge me, reminding me that I shouldn't develop such habits...

... Making myself vulnerable...

But, with nothing to go on, what the hell else can I do?

On the other hand, there has to be some reason for the address to have been used in Finchby's invoices.

Perhaps I just need to wait.

But what am I waiting for?

How long can I keep doing this?

Still, in the meantime, while I wait for my mystery to unravel, the old man is genuinely good company. And also, a mine of local information.

Finishing a cup of the excellent coffee, I consult a local guide, comparing my list of addresses to a local map, looking for some pattern, seeking inspiration...