deployed from Marlenheim to Thann.â
Benjamin listened without saying a word.
âTwo television stations in Paris have sent in crews. This business is getting a lot of attention, boss, and Roch has changed his tune. Now heâs convinced that you can help him.â
âConvinced, is he?â Benjamin said, lighting a little Corona. âAnd just yesterday I was a suspect. Makes you wonder about his judgment, doesnât it. Well, if he doesnât want to get transferred to Lozère or Guyana, heâd better start hustling.â
âWhat do we do, boss?â
âNothing.â
âWhat do you mean, nothing?â
âAs I said: nothing. Nothing for him, anyway. I do have work on my schedule. This morning Iâm planning to rewrite my tasting notes from yesterday, and this afternoon, Iâm headed to Germany for the Fritz Loewenberg assignment.â
âRoch isnât going to be very happy if you take off for Germany without getting in touch with him. Donât you thinkââ
âVirgile, since when has the gendarmerie paid your salary?â
âI know, boss, that what Roch did was a slap in the face. To think that you, the creator of the Cooker Guide , would do anything to harm a vineyard⦠To you, pulling up good vines is nothing less than sacrilege.â
âI canât tolerate this atmosphere anymore. The distrust is evident everywhere we go. Everyone is suspicious of his neighbor, his winemaker, his pastor, and God knows who else! Letâs get out of here, Virgile. Weâll come back when things have calmed down. This isnât a good time to be in Alsace.â
âOn the contrary, boss. I think weâve come at just the right time, and I still have a lot to learn about the customs of this land that you described as being so peaceful. Peaceful, my foot! You go on ahead to Goldröpfchen, but Iâm staying here. Honestly, you donât need me to do your Moselle vinification.â
âYes, indeed I do, Virgile.â
âGive me forty-eight hours. If I have no serious leads, Iâll drop the whole thing and meet you. Okay?â
âGood Lord, how did I wind up hiring such an obstinate boy?â Benjamin said, throwing his half-consumed Corona in the gutter.
âSo I can stand in as your conscience when you need to take a break,â Virgile said, grinning at his boss.
âNot only strong-headed, but impertinent to boot!â
Virgile was already jogging down the picture-postcard street. The weather was unpredictable at this time of year, but tourists were still plentiful. They were busy admiring the merchandise in the shop windows and ducking into the stores to make their purchases. Above the shoppers, puffs of smoke hovered over the steeply pitched rooftops. A couple of storks flew down and took refuge on one of them. As Virgile rushed past all of this, two high school girls gave him the eye and smiled. For once, he didnât notice.
Virgile was convinced that this city was within his grasp. He also knew that despite his bossâs grumpy façade, he had the best of intentions. Benjamin would undoubtedly give him carte blanche, provided he delivered results. He would account for his time. He would have to rent a car, an economy model, watch what he did and said, and not do any harm to the Cooker image.
But then he realized that he had one more thing to do. The winemakerâs assistant circled around the shops and homes and ended up where he had started. He spotted his boss at the intersection of the Rue de la Grenouille and the Rue du Chasseur. Benjamin was just ahead of him and heading toward Avenue dâAlsace. Virgile whistled twice, and the winemaker turned around, a surprised look on his face. The young man gestured toward the Rue du Chasseur. Benjamin frowned but waited. When Virgile caught up, he took the winemaker by the elbow and led him to the police station.
âLetâs make a report