NINEHONEY AWAKENED in an inexpensive hotel room in Marseilles to find Leonard was gone. She threw off the covers and sprang out of bed while scanning the room and calling his name.
The clock on the nightstand said 7:30 a.m. She checked the bathroom. No Leonard. She dressed hurriedly and checked the hallway all the way down to the small lobby. No Leonard.
“Excuse me,” she asked the desk clerk. “Have you seen a man in his seventies walk out the door this morning?”
“Yes, I saw this man leaving,” the clerk said.
“What was he wearing?”
“He was wearing a jacket, and how you say, no hat.”
“Did he have shoes on?”
“Oui, madame.”
Honey charged out into the streets and found the place they had parked the car the night before. It wasn’t the same car they had rented in Paris. The priest in Avig
