She leant close to Laure and closed her eyes: yes, definitely Habanita. There was no doubt, here she was, the woman with the mauve handbag. Chloé opened her eyes just as Laure was preparing to place a new leaf. ‘His name is Laurent Letellier,’ she murmured. ‘He’s the owner of Le Cahier Rouge.’ Laure’s hand stopped in mid-air, the gold leaf lost its static and fell twisting to the ground.
