Rachel jumped up and hugged him, demanding, “What happened?”

Before Bob could reply, Lucy took him firmly by the arm and dragged him to the door. “Let’s get out of here. You can tell us all about it outside.”

Rachel wouldn’t let go of Bob’s hand. She held it as they walked along the sidewalk to the Métro station. “I was so afraid they were going to lock you up,” she said.

“Me too,” admitted Bob. “I think Lapointe was just yanking my chain, showing who was in charge. Most of the time he wasn’t even questioning me. He just kept me sitting there.”

“Mucho macho,” muttered Rachel. “I hate that stuff.”

“What was his line of questioning?” asked Lucy. “Did he try to place you at the crime scene? Was he trying to implicate you in the stabbing?”

“No, nothing about that. It was all about money. How much money did I bring to France? How much did I have access to? Was I carrying money for somebody else?” He paused, shaking his head. “It was so crazy. I mean, I do okay financially. I’m a professional, after all, but it’s not like I’m rolling in dough. And the little bit I’ve managed to save is tied up in my IRA. And here he is, asking me about suitcases stuffed with cash.” He exhaled sharply. “Weird.”

Lucy didn’t like the direction the investigation was taking. Once again she had the sinking feeling they were involved in something they didn’t understand.

“Well, it’s over. At least I hope it is,” said Rachel. “Let’s get home and see what Sue has cooked up for supper.”

“She said something about lemon roasted chicken,” said Lucy, smacking her lips.

The Métro was crowded with workers heading home for the night, and there was no opportunity for conversation. Lucy was left to her own thoughts, and they weren’t comforting. From what Bob had told her, and judging by her own interview with Lapointe, it seemed certain that the authorities believed Chef Larry was involved in money laundering. She didn’t have the foggiest idea how something like that worked, but at Sylvie’s birthday party she had heard rumors that Chef Larry had been stealing goods from the Cavendish Hotel, rumors that were substantiated by the array of gourmet goodies they had found in the apartment and by Larry’s offer to get more. Lucy doubted that stolen caviar and truffles generated the amount of money that Lapointe was talking about.