feel bad about that, you know? Especially now.â
âI understand,â Verlaque said. âDid she seem upset recently? Out of sorts?â
Iachella shook his head back and forth, looking surprised. âNoâ¦no. I wish now I had been more observant. But she seemed like the same quiet Suzanne. Itâs unfortunate, but as a manager I tend to deal more with the employees who are having problems or are dissatisfied. The quiet, hardworking ones just get on, donât they?â
Both Paulik and Verlaque smiled.
âAnd that day, when she left early?â Verlaque asked. âNormal?â
âShe was behaving normally, yes,â Iachella answered. âAs the day went on, we could all hear that she was losing her voice. Mme Liotta was worried that it was a sinus infection coming on, and sent her home around four p.m.â
Verlaque thought silently that if she was losing her voice she wouldnât have been able to call out for help. A team of policemen were spending the day interviewing the tenants of Mlle Montmoryâs three-story apartment building. Perhaps one of them had unintentionally let in the attacker?
âWhat time did the rest of you leave the bank?â Verlaque asked.
âWe close at six p.m. and usually have the place tidied upâI mean the financial transactions, not the housekeepingâby six-thirty. I left at six-thirty, with Gustav. The others had gone before us, between six and six-thirty.â
âThank you,â Verlaque said. âThat will be all.â
âYouâll keep us informed?â Iachella asked, his eyes watery. âMme Liotta tried calling the hospital this morning, but they wouldnât give out any information.â
âThey were told not to,â Verlaque said. âWeâll keep you informed, yes. Goodbye. You can send in Mme Liotta now.â
When Iachella had quietly left the room, Paulik turned to the judge. âThe attacker must have known her working hours. But he wouldnât have known that sheâd be home earlier than usual unless he works here. So I think the attack took place closer to seven-thirty p.m.â
âSo do I,â Verlaque answered. âIf she left the bank daily between six and six-thirty, and itâs a ten-minute walk home, he could have been waiting for her. But itâs risky, isnât it, an attack like that in broad daylight? Why not wait until evening, when no one will see you entering the building?â
âA family man?â Paulik suggested. âOr he worked nights?â
âOr he wasnât worried about anyone seeing him?â Verlaque asked. âBecause heâs respectable. No cause for worry. Wearing a suit and tie.â
âA banker?â
âOr any professional. Nice-looking. Handsome people have an easier time in this world. People are more trusting of them.â
Paulik nodded. The commissioner had a bald, scarred head; a pug nose; and one ear that was beginning to âcauliflowerâ from too many rugby scrums. He looked across the desk at Verlaque, whom, although he was not classically good-looking, women thought of as handsome.
There was a knock at the door, and Mme Liotta came in, carrying a tray. âFunny to knock at my own office door,â she said, setting the tray down. On it were placed three cups of coffee, a bowl of sugar with three spoons, and three pieces of cake. âI baked the lemon cake last night, after Kamel phoned me with the news of Suzanneâs attack. I needed to keep busy.â Smiling, she served each of the men a coffee and a slice of cake, without asking them if they wanted the cake. As she sat down, she adopted a more serious expressionâher stint as mother hen had been completed. âIdonât know very much about Suzanneâs private life,â she began, uninvited. âBut I do know that, about two years ago, she dated a young man from Aix. I gathered that it had become quite serious,
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