Still working through Comes a Horseman, but now on my final read through before sending to my editor!
“We are not working together, Fräulein.” Karl was wasting his time reminding her of something he considered a fact, but perhaps she could be useful.
“I’m wounded.” Margarete looked more thoughtful than hurt. “I do have some contacts in France, Herr Holm. I have waited a long time for you to honour my request, so I’ve decided to offer my services.”
“I have not forgotten your request.” Her repeated reminder of it grated on him. Frankly he did not care whether she was present or not when Kristopher Lehrer was interrogated as long as she did not interfere. She had known Lehrer for quite some time, and their families had moved in the same social circles. Although the information she’d given them about Lehrer’s musical background had already proved useful, he’d still managed to slip through their fingers.
“Oh good.” Margarete tapped one perfectly manicured fingernail against the armrest of her chair. “I will make enquiries. It will be lovely to get out of Germany for a while. It’s been so long since I’ve done any travelling, and I hear France is quite beautiful this time of year.”