I narrow my eyes.

‘Please don’t look at me like that?’

‘Like what?’

‘Like I’m a total arsehole.’

I raise my eyebrows as if to say, ‘Aren’t you?’

‘She put a tracker on my car, okay? And spyware on my phone. She’s not some little victim here.’

I think of his US number. That makes a tad more sense now.

‘Well, maybe she just wanted to see who you were fucking?’ I suggest.

‘I wasn’t fucking anyone,’ he says quietly.

‘Oh, so I was the first woman you had up on that rooftop while you were still married? Is that what you’re going with?’

‘You were the first.’

I have to force myself not to roll my eyes. ‘So, you never had an affair with Sabine?’

‘I already told you she was just my model,’ he says. ‘Don’t you listen?’

I lean forward, ready to go for the jugular. ‘Then explain this: why would she want to out you to your wife? That seems a lot like jealousy to me.’

He shakes his head. ‘It’s complicated.’

The waitress places our drinks in front of us. I reach for mine and take a sip. It slows my blood just a little.

‘Well, I’m a smart girl, try me.’

He smiles. ‘Fine. Sabine was jealous, but not in the way you think. I wasn’t sleeping with her.’ He looks down at his drink then takes a sip. He’s trying to figure out how to say whatever he’s about to say. ‘She… developed feelings for me. I told her I couldn’t be with her because it would jeopardise my divorce. It seemed kinder than saying I didn’t feel the same. I guess when she saw me with you, she got angry. I should have been more careful. But that’s why she videoed us and made that threat. She was hurt.’ He throws back the rest of his drink. ‘But fuck me. I’m here, aren’t I? Trying to do the right thing and be honest with you? Stop making it so hard, woman.’

He sits back in his seat and I sit back in mine and we look at each other for a few moments.

‘So what did she say, exactly?’ I ask, breaking the silence. ‘When you ran after her?’

‘Nothing,’ he says, leaning in again. ‘We argued for a while and I tried to walk her to the metro, but she was so mad at me. She just ran off and I went back up to the roof to look for you, but you were already gone.’

‘Well, did you call her?’ I ask. Because I’m here now. I want to know if she sent Agnès Bisset that video or not.

‘Of course. But she won’t answer.’

And then I ask the million dollar question: ‘Do you think she’ll do anything with that footage?’

His eyes meet mine, he gives a small smile and shakes his head. ‘There’s no chance of that. Not when she really thinks about it.’

I squint at him as if to say, ‘How can you be so sure?’