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

university they could afford, but soon didn’t have to pay since he got scholarships. He studied Economics and International Politics, but changed to law later on, and graduated in the top of his classes every time.
    “His first job was as a legal intern in one of the top legal companies in Paris. They had recruited him from university. Very quickly, he worked his way up. He was working there for two years when he met his wife. They got married after eighteen months and had their first child a year later. It was their only child and he died at the age of nine in an accident at school. It was winter when he and his friends were playing around on the ice on the school grounds. He slipped and hit his head hard against a step and died.”
    “That’s really sad,” Nikki said.
    “It is.” Francine sighed. “I don’t know how anyone can recover from the death of a child.”
    “I don’t think Savreux and his wife did,” I said. “According to the newspaper articles and few magazine articles I read, Minister Savreux’s wife said that she was never able to accept the death of her child. He lost himself in his work and left her to deal with this alone. For almost a decade after the child’s death, he spent most of his time at work. He had just started rebuilding his relationship with his wife when she was diagnosed with cancer. She died sixteen years ago.” I took a deep breath when I realised that I was giving too much irrelevant information. “Minister Savreux never remarried, but has been in relationships with numerous models, celebrities and prominent businesswomen.”
    “You make it sound like he had a lot of women.”
    “If I go with the information from articles and interviews, I counted seventeen women in the years after his wife’s death. But I have to make it clear that I don’t trust the credibility of all these reports.”
    “I know you more than double-checked this info, Doc.” Manny exhaled loudly in an almost snort. “Seventeen is quite a lot of women to go through. And here we thought he was a civic-minded philanthropist.”
    “A real dog.” Vinnie’s top lip curled. “Typical politician.”
    “Not all politicians are bad.” I had proof of a handful of politicians in every country who dedicated themselves to improving the lives of their constituents.
    “Only ninety-nine point nine percent of them are bad.” Francine’s expression warned me of what was to come. I had spent a few unfortunate lunches arguing with her about this. “Those few honest politicians are as scarce as hen’s teeth.”
    “Hens don’t have teeth.” Why did I always have to point this out to her?
    “I know, right? That is why it is so rare.”
    I held up my hand to stop her. “You are digressing from the topic, Francine.”
    “Sorry.” She didn’t look contrite, especially not when she winked at me.
    “What else did you learn about Savreux, Doc?”
    “He hasn’t been connected to any woman in the last two years. Taking his history into account, I thought this might be significant.”
    “How?” Colin asked.
    “I don’t know yet. Something happened two years ago that caused Savreux to slow down or stop his philandering. It could be important or not.”
    “Look into it, Doc.”
    “I will. I also want to find more information on his professional life. Without any of Francine’s conspiracy theories, there is a large probability that his death is related to his profession. We know that politicians make many deals with each other to build their networks. Maybe he made a deal with the wrong person.”
    “The work he was busy with at the moment was pushing for the treatment of PTSD and fighting the president on this No Secrets law.” Colin steepled his fingers. “We need to know more about this law. From the little I know, his death will give the president a definite advantage.”
    “Making the president a prime suspect.” Francine’s eyes were bright with emotion.
    “That is leaping to conclusions,