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250 pages, Kindle Edition
Published June 14, 2016
• To the right, a figure appeared.
Female. Slim. Five eight. Long blond hair, styled with a just-got-out-of-bed look, which may have been due to her just getting out of bed.
• I said the only thing I knew about jewelry in Rue de la Paix: There are no price tags. European legislation mandates that every item for sale has a visible price tag showing the full price, including any sales tax, but jewelry in Rue de la Paix has a special dispensation.
"Of course!" said Clementina, "It's art! You can't put a price on such beauty."
"And yet somehow the stores manage to find a price to charge you," I muttered, sparking Clementina's offense.
• "What do you think of this?" she asked, holding up a very delicate necklace. To me it looked silver, but I guessed it was platinum.Leathan is remarkably patient with Clementina, even though she can behave like a little snot. Leathan keeps his head, whether he's dealing with Clementina's demands or her boyfriend's dead body. He saves the day, by outwitting the bad guys with his quick thinking and fast talking.
"Looks good," I said, not knowing what to say. As I've said, jewelry isn't my thing.
"Say more than that," said Clementina, clearly disappointed in my response.
I shrugged.
She exaggerated a shrug back.
I held out my hands, letting her see both sides. Then I pushed back my sleeves to show there was nothing around my wrists before I indicated my earlobes, each lacking any adornment. Finally, I tugged down my collar to show I wasn't wearing a necklace. "Do you see something missing? Something I don't display?"
She paused, letting the expression on her face fall before talking. "Oh God, I'm sorry!" she said, throwing her hands over her mouth. "Leathan, I am so, so, sooo sorry. Now you mention it, it's obvious: You're missing any sense of style. Oh, you poor thing. I am so, so sorry."
I should have been upset, but she managed to carry off the put-down with a certain aplomb.