Bones Of Paris (9780345531773) (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
One of them he’d set an appointment with, at four o’clock in the Préfecture office on the Île de la Cité. The other had avoided him since the fiasco at Bricktop’s two days ago, responding neither to his flowers nor his petit bleus, hanging up when she heard his voice on the telephone. Time to risk the wrath of the guardian dragon. He went armed—not with his revolver, although he was sorely tempted to take that reinforcement, but with flowers, wine, and a large box of expensive chocolates. Madame Hachette scowled when he handed her the flowers, and her eyes lingered only briefly on the wine he set on her table, but when he finally brought out the chocolates—all the while having plied her with running conversation and a string of humorous apologies that was less self-deprecation than outright self-abnegation—her fingers twitched. She did not reach for them, not yet, but she was definitely softening. Before she could crack, their complex negotiations were interrupted by a voice drifting down the stairway.
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