Clémence wanted—needed—the call log on Pierre’s phone. Cyril hadn’t contacted her or Rose with any

Clémence wanted—needed—the call log on Pierre’s phone. Cyril hadn’t contacted her or Rose with any follow-up questions yet so he might’ve been busy with other leads. He was one of the last people on earth that she wanted to talk to, but this time, she needed his help. As much as it hurt her pride, she dialled his direct line.

“Oui?” came his gruff voice from the other end of the line.

“Bonsoir,” Clémence tried to sound as polite as possible. “Clémence Damour here.”

“Ah, la heiress. Are you calling with another Damour-related murder? I’ve got my hands full here.”

“No, St. Clair,” Clémence said through gritted teeth. “I called because I have some information. You’ll need it. Where are you?”

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“Our case?”

Clémence suppressed a smile. It was too easy to toy with Cyril.

However, he also took every opportunity to peeve her off. He got a knowing look on his face and his scowl turned into a smile.

“You’d usually go out of your way to avoid me, Damour. The fact that you’re here tells me that you really want something from me.”

“Wow,” Clémence said. “Nothing gets past you does it St. Clair?”

“It’s Monsieur St. Clair.”

“Stop calling me ‘La Heiress’ and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“Whatever you say, mademoiselle.” He spat the word out of his mouth as if it was a derogatory remark. “Dites-moi. Qu’est-ce que tu veux?”

“I didn’t say you could tutoyer me,” Clémence shot back, referring to the informal way of addressing one another in the French language. “That’s presumptuous of you.”

“If you’re comfortable enough to barge into my office, I think I have the right to call you ‘tu’.”

“But I’m young enough to be your daughter,” she joked.

“Ha.” Cyril was not amused. “You’re trying to distract me. Out with it. It’s late and I want to get home.”

“Long day? Who’ve you’ve been chasing?”

“Nice try, Damour.”

“Let me guess. Is it Mary, the assistant?”

Cyril’s eyes widened. “How do you know that?”

“I saw you question her.”

“You’ve been following me?

“Please. I was there to question someone from the office as well. In fact, I was there first. Now what do you have on Mary anyway? She