Chapter 27
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Sunday arrived grey and quiet. Lucas was at the boulangerie by eight.

Isabelle’s father, Philippe Fontaine, had driven up from Lyon the previous evening and was already inside when Lucas knocked on the back door. He was a compact man in his mid-fifties with his daughter’s directness in his eyes and the particular physicality of someone who had spent decades on his feet in kitchens. He looked at Lucas the way tradespeople look at tools — assessing function before form.

“So,” Philippe said. “You
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