Véronique Squillace rises at dawn. Endless summer heat clings. Black transparent robe hugs her curves. She savors breakfast, flashbacks to burial, Quentin’s naive blackmail. She pitied him, fulfilled his fantasy. Mid-morning call. Her yesterday’s crush demands his phone. She leaves…
The hidden lounge buzzes low. City lights pulse below like a heartbeat. Franck stares at the shredded lottery ticket scraps. Seventeen million euros, gone. His eyes beg for sense. I, Karina, push back my chair. Daytime engineer mask cracks. The…
Dark alleys echo with fleeing steps. Pavés slick under midnight rain. Inspecteur Pauvert’s arms cradle me, wrapped in lace bedspread. Heart hammers. Desgrange escaped. Drug fog lifts. Adrenaline ignites. No more trembling girl. Power stirs deep. Victim mask cracks. Pauvert…