“That old thing?” Elizabeth slipped her hand into the waistband of her skirt and produced a slim leather purse, which she unzipped. “It’s just some funny old coin,” she said, pulling out a large, somewhat grimy coin. “I found it in the bathroom when I was cleaning. It was behind a loose tile. I don’t think it’s worth anything.”

“It’s a Double Eagle,” said Chris. “They were taken out of circulation when the U.S. went off the gold standard, and it’s illegal to have one.”

“Weird,” said Elizabeth, extending her hand with the coin, ready to give it to Chris.

But before he could take it, a gray-haired man in a pin-striped gray suit knocked into Elizabeth, snarling at her. “Putain stupide!” he hissed, lunging for the coin, only to be neatly blocked by Serge, who delivered a sharp jab to the man’s windpipe, causing him to fall to the ground, gasping for air.

“Nicely done,” said Chris approvingly, pulling the old guy to his feet. He remained defiant even as the handcuffs were applied, glaring evilly at Elizabeth.

“I know you,” said Elizabeth. “You’re Adil’s grandfather. I worked with you at the hotel, setting up your meeting.”

Lucy had a sudden flashback, recalling a worn pin-striped suit in that exact shade of gray and a head of thick silver hair. Sylvie had been bent over, moving the table in the restaurant the day they all went to the flea market. He’d brushed against her, making his way to the door. Her eyes had met his, and there’d been a moment of recognition, a flicker of fear. “You’re the one. You killed her,” said Lucy.

There was a cry, and Madame Seydoux threw herself on him, grabbing him by the neck. It took two commandos to pull her off him, but still she struggled as they held her by the arms, spitting at him.

“She deserved what she got. It was a pleasure to punish her,” he snarled, glaring at Madame. “Pas respectable, pas gentille¸ pas chaste. Exactly what you’d expect from a mother like you.”

Madame Seydoux collapsed in her husband’s arms, wailing.

Sadek wasn’t through, however, even though the commandos were hustling him away. He turned toward Elizabeth, stretching his neck out like a wrinkled old snapping turtle. “You are filth, just like her,” he hissed before he was finally dragged away and loaded into a police van.

Elizabeth watched, waiting until the doors of the van were closed on Khalid Sadek and he was out of sight. “What a horrible, nasty old man,” she said.

A shout, a yelp of pain, caught their attention, and their heads turned in time to see a flic twisting Adil’s arm behind his back as he cuffed him and pushed him into the back of a police car, where Malik was already confined.