INT ABBY’S HOTEL ROOM – MEXICO CITY – MORNING
The early morning tropical sun cheerfully bathes Abby in its glow. She has her laptop open with the web browser logged onto her e-mail. She attaches a file to her note to Ben and clicks the send button. She powers down immediately and pops out the LAN card and turns to give it to Letitia Slidell.
Thanks, that was a real lifesaver. I have no idea what happened to mine.
My pleasure, dear. I also feel fortunate to have made your acquaintance. What brings you to Mexico City, if I may ask?
INT INTERNET CAFE – NANTES – NIGHT
Riley packs two espressos across the crowded cafe to the counter where Ben is tapping away on the laptop.
Any leads on cemeteries?
The barrista tells me that the only ones with Americans buried in them are up in Normandy.
Wrong war. Well, good news from Mexico, Abby has sent us another decoded section of the journal.
Their tattooed and pierced neighbor, a stunning brunette in Goth makeup, CECI POMPADOU, leans over to Riley.
Riley takes one look at her and gets tongue-tied.
No. We’re here on business.
(keeping her attention on Riley)
Me. I am a tour guide. I know all there is to know about Nantes and Brittany.
How many cemeteries are there in this city?
Ceci turns to her laptop and motions to them to join her.
Quelle est… Is there a certain name that you desire?
Ben turns their laptop towards her and points.
I believe that this inscription may be on the grave we are looking for.
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Don’t look for DeVeer He ain’t here.
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A family name of DeVeer? Sounds Dutch.
(she clicks away)
The Riviere family crypt at St Berthold’s lists that name.
A look passes between Ben and Riley.
How much do you charge?
It is but a small thing. How about an espresso and 200 francs?
Deal! Tomorrow after breakfast.
Riley dutifully goes in search of an espresso for her.