Murder Below Montparnasse

by Cara Black

  Warm fingers stroked her cheek. Rested on her chin, and with a feather softness raised Aimée’s face to hers.

  “You think I didn’t want to be there? To be with you?”

  The moment of silence was filled by the shooshing sounds of wet leaves running in the gutter. Her mother’s eyes darted back and forth. Watchful. For the first time, Aimée noticed a metal door standing ajar on the side of the building.

  “I don’t care if you sold arms and traded with terrorists,” Aimée said, her insides wrenched. “But now you come back and say this? What do you expect?”

  A deep cough. Her mother’s face stayed in shadow.

  “Not everyone deserves to be a mother.” A little sigh. “But I’ve followed you for years.”

  “Through Morbier, non? But why lie?”

  Her mother opened her palm to reveal Aimée’s old charm bracelet. Hadn’t she lost that years ago?

  “Your first tooth, a lock of your hair,” her mother said. “Don’t make my mistake. Find the right man, have babies.”

  “That’s rich coming from you. You found a wonderful man,” she said, her voice shaking. “You had a baby.” No way would Aimée have babies. Sometimes she’d wake up at night terrified that she’d do what her mother had done. Couldn’t face the responsibility. “So why would you reappear now? Don’t tell me you feel guilty.”

  “I wanted to see you once. Selfish, you’re right.” Her eyes darted around, checking to be sure they were alone. Then bored into Aimée’s. “Everything you’ve said is true.”

  “Mais non, you wanted the Modigliani—a painting people have been killed for. You planned on it to finance more dirty deals.”

  A small shrug. Her mother’s thin shoulder bones stuck out in the white coat. “You have no reason to believe me. But maybe you’ll take my advice. Learn to cook, quit criminal work,” she said. “There’s an account set up so you won’t need to worry for a while. Travel, live life, find a man, do something else.…”

  Cold wind sliced through this hospital enclave, a web of pavilions and old boiler buildings. Aimée felt anger well up.

  “Throw away Leduc Detective? After everything Grand-père and Papa worked to build?” she said. “What right do you have?” Aimée trembled with deep, raw hurt. “You’re just a stranger who’s walked back in the door. Not part of my life. You’ll leave again.” She bit her lip. “But for once I’m doing the leaving. You don’t know me—how I feel, what I want, what drives me.”

  Her mother receded in the shadows. Sighed. “Amy, you’re like me. Please don’t make my mistakes.”

  She said her name the American way, “Amy.” Just as she had when Aimée was a child.

  And then Aimée saw Dombasle in conversation with a nurse at the far end of the allée. The nurse pointed in the pavilion’s direction. Another man joined Dombasle.

  Merde! It had been only twenty minutes since she’d left rue de Châtillon. Dombasle, in cahoots with the BRB, must have had her followed. Probably all along.

  He wanted the Modigliani and the fixer.

  “The flics? You turned me in?” Her mother’s conflicted expression, the look in her eyes seared Aimée. Turn her in, a wanted terrorist on the world security watch list who’d been expelled from France years ago—that’s what Aimée should do. This woman who abandoned her, now full of regret. Should she? Could she?

  Footsteps pounded, echoing under the archway by the war memorial to the fallen hospital staff.

  “Non, you’re my mother. Get the hell out of here. You’re good at that.”

  Her mother hugged her. For a moment, that scent of muguet brought her whole childhood back to her. “I love you. Stay safe, little mouse.”

  Aimée heard the creaking of a steel door and they both looked toward it. “Vite, Sydney!” The old drunk waved his arm to hurry her along.

  Aimée choked back a sob and thrust the tube under her mother’s arm.

  “Go.”

  Saturday

  EVERY PEW IN the Marais’s Armenian church was filled. White floral sprays covered the altar and Serge’s twin boys, for once, stood still in their short pants. Each held a lace pillow, transfixed by the wedding rings tied to them.

  “Melac won’t show up, will he?” René asked, adjusting his silk cravat in the church vestibule. When Melac never returned her calls, René stepped in as an escort. “You’re sure he’s not coming?”

  Staying at the hospital in Brittany, from what Paul at the Brigade Criminelle had told her last night: after twelve hours for the emergency crew to extricate Melac’s daughter from the bus, she remained in a coma. Critical. His ex-wife complicated events with a nervous breakdown and attempted suicide.

  “Melac’s on leave from the force,” Morbier said.

  Aimée’s knuckles whitened on the bouquet. And his friend Paul hadn’t told her? “How do you know, Morbier?”

  “Watch the télé,” he said. “He’s a little busy. No promotion.”

  “The télé? You know I don’t have one,” she said, realizing Melac wouldn’t be coming back.

  The other bridesmaids filed in with their escorts. The soft tones of a flute echoed under the Gothic struts. As maid of honor, she had the distinction of having two escorts, Morbier and René.

  “Ruining his career,” Morbier muttered.

  “So that he can be with his family?” Aimée whispered sharply. “Maybe he doesn’t see it like that, Morbier. That’s why he has a family.” Unlike you. But she kept that back. For the first time, she became aware that her family was standing right here.

  “You didn’t fall for Dombasle, Leduc, did you?”

  The rat who used her as bait for the Modigliani … for her mother? And to think she almost did. She shook her head.

  “Bon, never trust an intello,” Morbier said.

  “We need to talk about my mother, Morbier.”

  His eyes shuttered. “Not now, Leduc. This is a happy occasion.”

  Regula, the bride, resplendent in white lace and trailing whiffs of gardenia, winked at her from behind the rectory door.

  “Aimée, love that Dior,” she said.

  Determined to wear this Dior no matter what, she’d used safety pins to let out the seams as much as possible. Even more than the couturier had been able to that morning.

  “Gained a little weight, non?” René said. “Color in your cheeks, healthy for once.”

  “I’m anemic,” she said, tired of repeating this to the world. “Just awaiting the lab results so I can start iron supplements.”

  “Could have fooled me.”

  And then her cousin Sebastien appeared. He looked dashing in a black tuxedo, gardenia corsage, and trimmed beard. Aimée hugged him tight. “I’m so proud of you, little cousin. Bursting with pride.”

  He’d turned his life around. Found a wonderful woman, a gourmet chef who loved him to bits.

  “You said you’d be the maid of honor if you could wear chiffon,” he said, hugging her back. “But bursting the chiffon seams?”

  Already? Merde. She looked down at the shredding fabric.

  “No wedding cake for me,” she said. “Or just a sliver.”

  Her cell phone rang in her matching beaded clutch.

  “Turn the damn thing off, Leduc,” Morbier said.

  “Won’t take a moment. I need the lab results so my doctor can fill my prescription today.” She answered in a whisper. “Allô?”

  “We’ve got the test results, Mademoiselle Leduc,” said a lab technician, “Excusez-moi, is it Madame?”

  “Mais non, Mademoiselle, but that’s not important right now,” she said, feeling the tug of Morbier’s arm. René’s darting looks. The opening organ strains of the bridal march sounded in the front of the church.

  “Last minute?” the lab technician said. “Better late than never, eh?”

  “What? Look, just send on the results to my doctor so I can fill the prescription.”

  “Prescription? You mean prenatal vitamins?”

  “Heads
up, Leduc, we’re next,” Morbier growled.

  The second bridesmaid walked up the aisle. In a moment it would be their turn. The organ swelled.

  “For the iron supplements. The blood test shows I’m anemic … wait.” She punched up the phone’s volume. “What did you say?”

  “You’re pregnant, Madame Leduc.”

  “But there’s some mistake.” She spoke loudly over the organ, which struck a loud chord and then paused between verses.

  “No mistake. You’re pregnant,” the lab technician shouted, his voice blasting in the suddenly quiet stone vestibule.

  The phone and the flowers fell to the stone floor. “Pregnant?”

  Everyone turned.

  René swooped the bouquet back up and tucked the phone into her beaded clutch. He pulled her down and kissed her. “I’ll plan the baby shower.”

  The organ strains rose, filling the church.

  Beads of perspiration popped on Morbier’s forehead. He took her arm and turned her toward the chapel. “Alors, Leduc, pregnant? You listened to me for once.”

  Now he wanted to claim credit?

  “A baby? Me, barefoot in the kitchen?” she shot back in a whisper as her two escorts led her down the aisle. “I don’t think so.”

  Morbier smiled. “You’ll do it your own way, Leduc, like you always do.”

  Acknowledgments

  MY HEARTFELT THANKS belong to so many: Dot; Max; Barbara; Jean Satzer; Grace and Lillian; Mary and Susanna von Leuven; Keith Raffel from the Valley; Dr. Terri Haddix, medical pathologist; Jean-Luc Boyer, Commandant de Police Chef de la Documentation; Corinne Chartrelle, Commandant E.F. Chef Adjoint of the DCPJ-OCBC (Office Central de lutte contre le trafic des Biens Culturels); Stéphane Thefo and Jeanette Kroes of the Criminal Intelligence Office, Works of Art Unit, Drugs and Criminal Organizations Sub-directorate I.C.P.O. at INTERPOL; Catherine Driguet, retired veteran of the Brigade Criminelle; Arnaud Baleste, veteran of the Brigade Criminelle; Thomas Erhardy of the BRB, Brigade de Repression de Banditisme; Andre Rakoto, Chef de Cabinet, Service historique de la Défense, Château de Vincennes; Olga Trostiansky, adjointê Maire de Paris; the brilliant collector Peter Silverman; Adrian Leeds; Carla Bach; Benoit Pastisson; Jim Haynes for sharing his kitchen, his friends and his heart; Natalia Rublevko; Madame Fauvette; Karen Fawcett; Cathy Nolan and Emilie la chat; Svetla; Valeria Pavlova; Julie McDonald; Ariane Levery; encore Naftali Skrobek; Sarah Schwartz, who insisted I write about her ‘ood’; Agnes Varda on rue Daguerre; Alice Barzilay; Gilles Thomas.

  This book wouldn’t have been written without the help of plotmeister James N. Frey; Bronwen Hruska, my wonderful publisher, and everyone at Soho; my editor extraordinaire, Juliet Grames; and the support of Jun and my son, Tate.

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