She was a protégé of the Prefect. They were obviously close, professionally, but this sharing of scents seemed a little beyond that. “Oh, yes. Claude doesn’t wear it all the time, thankfully. Only when they’re going to meet.” Reine-Marie stared at Monique. Didn’t she see how convenient this was? If Claude came home after this “meeting” smelling like his younger, female second-in-command, there would be no suspicion.
