Free The Flinck Connection (Book 4) (Genevieve Lenard) by Estelle Ryan Page A

bleeding hell is sending Nikki those email thingies.”
    Francine raised one eyebrow. “Even with wet nails, I can do more on a computer than you.”
    “Then do it. Back to your question, Doc. Up to now, the president has not given us any reason to distrust him. Henri Fabron has given me more than enough reason to wait before I include him in any discoveries.”
    “So, do you want us to look into Savreux’s death or today’s art theft?” Colin asked.
    “We are going to do it all.” Manny leaned forward and started counting on his fingers. “We are going to find out everything about Savreux so we can figure out why he was murdered. We are going to figure out who murdered him. We are going to find out everything we can about the 1990 Gardner museum heist and figure out if and how it fits in with Savreux and today’s heist. We are also going to look into today’s heist. My gut tells me that they are all connected if we look closely enough.”
    “What about little Henri?” Vinnie asked. “Want me to see what he’s up to? And Lefebvre? He’s also pushing hard with his prosecutors and stuff. Should I check him out too?”
    Manny leaned slightly back, his eyes briefly shifting up and to the right. He shook his head. “No. Not yet. Let’s first see what this will bring us. Then you can contact some of your goons and check those two out.”
    “Just say when.” Vinnie reclined deeper in his chair, satisfied.
    “Now let’s start with those direct messages. Nikki.” Gone was the gentle affection Manny had shown towards the student earlier. “The next time you receive anything suspicious, you come directly to me. Am I clear?”
    Nikki’s face had lost colour at Manny’s tone, but she didn’t hunch her shoulders and cross her arms in a full-body hug like she had done when she first came to us. “I told you that I didn’t think anything of it until the last DM.”
    “And you went to Frey.”
    “He was sitting right next to me on the sofa.” She crossed her arms. It wasn’t a full-body hug. It was a blocking gesture. “You weren’t there.”
    “My number is in your phone. I was there.”
    “Colin was closer.”
    “Stop badgering her, Millard. She did what she thought best at that moment.”
    “And then you went off to go and check it out without telling anyone about this. Was that what you thought best at that moment?” Manny had a valid point, but I didn’t want to exacerbate an already tense situation by taking Manny’s side. The last seven weeks’ tension returned in full force. I wished Phillip wasn’t in a meeting elsewhere. He would’ve effortlessly calmed everyone down.
    “This is not a productive conversation,” I said. “Instead of wasting time talking about what should’ve been done, can we rather talk about what can be done?”
    “It is productive, Doc.” Manny took a deep breath and continued in a calmer tone. “You people need to understand that I cannot help you if I don’t know what is happening. Nikki, I cannot protect you if you don’t tell me things.”
    “Sorry, Manny. I’ll tell you next time.” She lowered her head and mumbled, “After I tell Colin who will be sitting next to me on the sofa.”
    “Point made, young lady. As long as you tell me. Now can someone give me more information on Savreux? What do we know about him?”
    “Before we had our team meeting this morning, I got more information on Savreux’s personal life,” I said. “How detailed do you want this to be?”
    “A broad overview and only the points you think might be relevant to our cases.” Often Manny became extremely frustrated when he asked me to tell him everything and I did. We had agreed on starting reports by first inquiring about the depth of the information needed.
    “Understood. A quick overview is that Claude Savreux was born in 1952 in Lyon, France to middle-class parents. He went to public schools, but proved that he was an exceptional student. His parents sent him to the best