After saying goodbye as 'Jeanette' to the staff of the hotel and requesting they call her a cab, Cindy went outside to wait for Bigby's arrival. She didn't have to wait long. Bigby could be very efficient when he wanted to be ( Read more... )

It was the perfect lover's walk. They ambled down the banks of the Seine, Notre Dame rising high behind them, passing by vendors with carts filled with food, balloons, post cards. Children laughed and ran by, their high voices piping with curiosity and joy. On the river, stately boats sailed by, one or two calling out in appreciation of Cindy's ( Read more... )

The sun was only just rising over the Arc de Triomphe, but Cindy was already up and out of bed. She'd been up for hours, first scouring the scent of Crane off out her skin and then finishing up the business that had ostensibly brought him to her rooms last night. Now, she was simply watching the sun rise, sipping at her coffee, and thinking.

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Clad in a short pink negligee, Cindy walked across the length of her room, carrying the telephone. Really, she ought to be prepping more for her date's arrival, but instead, she was on the telephone, assuring Bigby one more time that she was all right, that the plan was working perfectly, that everything was going fine.

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After five days of stealthily trailing both Max and Crane, Cindy was more than ready for a small break. Just a few hours, where they could be free to commit whatever mayhem they wished, as long as she could get a decent lunch ( Read more... )

Cindy (or Jeanette as she was known to the hotel staff) had slipped right back into the ebb and flow of Parisian society. It had been a little over two centuries since she'd last been in the city, fleeing from Robespierre and his dogs that ran on two legs, but the city had welcomed her back with open arms. In some places, like the parks and the ( Read more... )