Exhausted, she opened the white door and lifted her face to greet the cool autumn breeze before stepping onto the uneven cobblestone street that ran the length of the fashionable hotel. The door closed behind her and she walked toward the Seine as she did every night, stopping only once.
She removed her shapeless lace cap and bloody apron, tossing them both into the river. Even in the dark, she could see the powerful current carrying them away. Nicole watched from the embankment until the white cloth was swallowed by the dark waters beneath the Pont Neuf.
Nicole turned north toward her apartment, reaching into the pocket of her black muslin dress. Engraved silver glinted in the moonlight as she removed her pistol and absently reloaded the exquisite weapon.
The streets of Paris could be very dangerous at night.
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