Four
The killing began just after ten o’clock on Saturday night.
Five
Nicky was in and out of Tiananmen for the next…
Part Two Lovers
Six
It was Cézanne country, Van Gogh country, so Clee had…
Seven
The scream shattered her nightmare.
Eight
Clee stood staring at the dozen or so transparencies arranged…
Nine
It was drawing close to dusk when Clee finally left…
Ten
‘What Guillaume told you is true, Mademoiselle Nicky,’ Amelia said,…
Eleven
‘Think of it, Nicky, I was only four years old…
Twelve
She floated towards him in the water.
Thirteen
‘Eh voilà, Mademoiselle! Your American picnic,’ Clee said, placing the…
Fourteen
Holding hands, they walked slowly down the Cours Mirabeau, the…
Fifteen
Clee paused in the doorway of the library and leaned…
Sixteen
The interior of the restaurant was equally as eye-catching as…
Seventeen
‘This is one of the best scripts you’ve ever written,…
Eighteen
After lunch at the Four Seasons, Nicky went shopping at…
Part Three Conspirators
Nineteen
The house where Anne Devereaux lived was old, very old:…
Twenty
Nicky had not been in this house for almost three…
Twenty-One
Nicky sat in the window seat in her room, staring…
Twenty-Two
An hour later, at about seven o’clock, having changed from…
Twenty-Three
‘Anne, I’d like to talk to you about something,’ Nicky…
Twenty-Four
Nicky went for a walk through the grounds of Pullenbrook…
Twenty-Five
On Monday night Nicky caught the last flight to Rome.
Twenty-Six
After she had hung up, Nicky sat staring at the…
Twenty-Seven
That afternoon Nicky flew from Rome to Athens.