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6 Veronica followed Monsieur Cloutier out of the passenger corridor. Now that she'd been in the true luxury suites, she could appreciate how cramped the lower floor had been. She'd barely had enough light to see her room number, after all. Why had Léonard booked such a small room for her? Had he known? Was he punishing her for refusing his proposal? She shuddered at the thought of being married to him, another man who would try to steer her activities in a direction he deemed "appropriate" rather than allowing her—ugh, she hated that word, "allowing"—to follow her own desires. Or had he been protecting her, hiding her in a small room that was difficult to find? Someone had found it, obviously. As had Monsieur Cloutier. What did he want? And how, truly, had he known about the attack on th