The train journey itself was unremarkable. The only odd character, who stood out, on the whole voyage, was the red-headed lady with large round sunglasses and large fake-fur coat. She sat and read the newspaper all the way, facing my direction. I tapped away on my laptop, keeping one eye on her, although she got off two stops back.
Finally, I’m at my destination, the Saint-Raphaël-Valescure, lovely place, one of my favourites after Cannes just down the road, but I’m not here to sightsee today.
I’m delivering a sealed envelope in person to a mysterious person called Mademoiselle François, at the Rue Boétman on the way to the promenade.
I walk in the sunshine to the corner, envelope in laptop bag, and notice François sitting on a step, her sunglasses an odd contrast with her full-length beige coat, topped off with a green beret. I chuckle to myself as I think she doesn’t stand out at all.
The Mediterranean sunshine is hot today. She must be uncomfortable, no wonder she’s on the step in the shade.
I decide to walk to her, then stop suddenly. Walking the other way, in the distance, I see the red-headed lady off the train. Here. Now. Trust my gut, they said.
François has also seen the woman and has started to quickly walk away from me down the rue.
I watch as she ducks out of sight, then hear ‘abort… abort’ in my earpiece.
I quickly turn around.
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