“I speak perfect German, you profiteering coward, and I’ve been eavesdropping on your precious customers for months.” She watched the horror, the disbelief, the rage crowd his eyes. She managed another smile and added one more thing in French, just for good measure. “I will not tell you one single solitary fact about my work, my friends, or the woman I was arrested with. But I will tell you this, René Bordelon. You’re a gullible fool. You’re a terrible lover. And I hate Baudelaire.”
