Its eight-storey stone facades ran left and right, each serviced by two large colonnade porches. Jannae lived on the second floor. He’d asked Francois to drop him off in London, the pretext being that living at the chateau would require some new, more formal clothes. Kacee had accompanied them, their one-sided assignation apparently forgotten. She’d even offered to help him choose his new wardrobe. He turned up his collar, adjusted the brim on his charcoal wool cap, and strode out from beneath the branches. * * * * Steve stopped outside apartment five and glanced at his MPS, 11:57. He was three minutes early. He pressed the silver call button and waited. After a further two minutes, he inserted a clone-key and opened the door. The lights were on. He stuffed the cap into his jacket, unclipped the Cogent, and closed the door behind him. With his back to the hall cupboard, he pushed open the hallway door and swung into a verdant lounge.
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