Chapter 50

We take a taxi and get to the restaurant in Montmartre 30 minutes later. JP has euros to pay with, so that’s no problem.

We go to the rear entrance in the alley. After knocking on the back door, a fat man with a waxed mustache hustles us inside. He and JP speak rapidly in French, and then JP introduces us. “Marcel, Eve. Eve, Marcel.”

I shake Marcel’s hand, after which he takes us upstairs to a small room with wooden tables. It looks like an overflow section of the restaurant, but it’s deserted.

“You are safe here,” Marcel says in English.

“Thank you,” I say gratefully.

JP pulls off his hoodie and says something in French. Marcel laughs.

“What did you say?” I ask.

“I told him to burn it for me,” JP answers.

I glare at him. “I wish I were that lucky.”

Marcel asks, “Would you like a change of clothes?”

“Oh my God, yes, PLEASE.”

He smiles. “I will get one of my workers to take care of that for you.”

“Do you have internet access here, by any chance?”

“Of course.” He writes out the wifi net