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The young man got up from the chair and walked over to the couch
Marie sat in the back of the plane drinking coffee from a plastic cup, trying desperately to recall
every place?every hiding and resting place?she and David had used thirteen years agoThere
were the rock-bottom caf?s in Montparnasse, the cheap hotels as well; and a motel?where was
it??ten miles outside of Paris, and an inn with a balcony in Argenteuil where David?Jason?first
told her he loved her but could not stay with her because he loved her?the goddamned ass! And
there was the Sacr?-Coeur, far up on the steps where Jason?David?met the man fendi b in a dark alley
who gave them the information they needed?what was it, who was he?
?Mesdames et messieurs,? came the voice over the flight deck?s loudspeaker?Jesuis votre
capitaine?The pilot continued first in French, then he and his crew repeated the in
formation in English, German, Italian and, finally with a female interpreter, in Japanese?We
anticipate a very smooth flight to MarseillesOur estimated flight time is seven hours and fourteen
minutes, landing on or before schedule at six o?clock in the morning, Paris time
The moonlight outside bathed the ocean below as Marie StJacques Webb looked out the
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French immigration was at best a mass of confusion and at worst intentionally laxAt least that was
the way it was thirteen years ago, a time she was reenteringShe would then take a domestic flight
to Paris and she would find himAs she had done thirteen years ago, she would find himShe had
to! As it had been thirteen years ago, if she did not, the man she loved was a dead man
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