The Mystery Of The Lost Cezanne (2015) - Plot & Excerpts
Marine yelled down the phone. “Ce n’est pas vrai!” “You don’t have to yell,” Verlaque whispered. He wanted to say, “It happens all the time,” but Marine knew that. They had both heard a report on the radio of a Chinese businessman on his way to Geneva who left a priceless Ming vase on the train. They had both made fun of the poor man, too. Verlaque felt more sympathetic now. He sat in his boxer shorts on the edge of the twin bed, looking down at his bare knees. His mother, now in the hospital, would normally be asleep in the next room, and his father’s room, he thought, was across the hall. Or at least Verlaque assumed his father was there; surely at seventy years of age his father had stopped his philandering. Or perhaps at seventy it would be at its worst? “And you saw no one who could be—” “A Mafia thug?” Verlaque asked. “Or an art thief? No.” What was I supposed to be looking for?
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