the back room of The Velvet Lounge when Marco burst

pianist at Le Coucou just had his app

art of the beast. "Marco, no. I can't

tips there are triple what you get h

. She thought about the rent Chloe r

she said. "

of Le Coucou. She wore a long black dress provided by the restau

ed for intimacy and secrets.

to the VIP table, five

vered instantly, turning the mistake into a t

se. And a stern-l

er. Annalise sat facing him, whi

r man, Muller, said, sitting down. "A

Francisco said, waving a hand dismissive

iar, the posture... but the mask and the dim light threw

e. In. Out. She had to be per

ear about your wife's recent illness. I hope her sabbatical is provin

. taking a sabbatical. It plays well with the 'independent woman' narr

fingers hitting the keys hard

rbulent, angry. It was Rachman

ay to his mouth. "That pianis

turned. He looked

gh the eyeholes of the

uldn't play like this. Iris played simple sonatas at Christmas p

rancisco sneered, turni

aid. "I want to buy h

Muller happy. He snapped his fingers

o. "Miss? The gentleman at tab

ring by the kitchen door. He clasp

ood. She walked over to the table.

ul," Muller said,

s chair. He stared at her h

d. His voice was cold, authoritative. "