![]() ![]() She stuffed the chocolate croissant back in the bag. She slid her tongue across her teeth to check for anything stuck, smoothed her short brown hair and smiled. As winter settled, the days gray and the memories vivid, old survivors revived hopes of lost ones. “No missing persons, Monsieur,” she said. He wore a crumpled navy blue suit and leaned crookedly on a malacca cane. Leathery, freckled skin stretched over his skull and his ears pointed out at right angles. “Mademoiselle, I need your help,” he said. A baby’s cry wafted up from the floor below, then the concierge’s door slammed. ![]() The man emerged from the shadows by her frosted paned office door. She paused, pulling her black leather jacket closer against the Parisian winter morning slicing through her building, and reached for her keys. As if ghosts floated in his wake in the once elegant hall. Aimée Leduc felt his presence before she saw him. ![]()
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