Witness from the Cafe

The Caf du Coin, with its view of the back of Notre-Dame, was teeming with police. Table No. 5 was still in shock. Jean-Michel Jolivet had seldom seen so many sad faces. Twelve in all, one of them dead, face down in his croissant. The retired inspectors bride of three weeks was sitting directly across from the deceased, General Sbastien Reboursier; Amy had quickly forgotten about her articles on c...