friends with both Seydoux sisters. She was starting to lunch with them quite frequently before she went on summer vacation.
After they exchanged pleasantries about their summer escapades, Clémence congratulated Sophie on her role in the film.
“It’s not a major part,” Sophie said modestly.
“I heard you’re playing Zach Brant’s girlfriend, right?” Clémence said with a sly smile.
“Yes, and we don’t even have a kissing scene.” Sophie laughed. “I shot two scenes with him and that was it.”
“So what are you doing here? You’re not dating him now, are you?”
“Oh, no. Don’t believe those rumors,” Sophie said. “Actually, I’m here to meet with the director. Since Nicole Blake, well, passed away, he and the writers had to change the script. He wanted to talk to me about expanding my role.”
“Congrats,” Clémence said. “You’re going to be a movie star in no time.”
“I always wanted to act, but it’s a bit funny getting a bigger role as a result of someone else’s tragedy, you know? Poor Nicole.”
“Did you know her well?”
“Not really. She was in one of the two scenes that I shot. She was pleasant enough but didn’t take an active interest in me or anything. Then again, Nicole had a full shooting schedule, and she seemed to be very busy and distracted.”
“Her assistant came to visit me yesterday,” Clémence said. “She said you recommended that she speak to me?”
“Oh yes, Rachel. She’s sweet, isn’t she? She told me that she thought Nicole was murdered. I didn’t know what to think about that, but I figured she’d benefit from talking to you. I figured if anything, you would be able to help more than the police would. What do you think so far?”
“Not too much,” Clémence said. “But I’m supposed to be meeting Rachel now. Any idea where she is? She’s not in her hotel room.”
“And you tried calling her?”
“Yes. She left her phone in the hotel room. Do you think she’s on set?”
“Well, I don’t know. I’m meeting with Chris now, so they must not be shooting, unless the second unit director is shooting some B-roll of the streets. Maybe Rachel’s doing some errands for Sarah Briar now that she’s working for her. I know that Chris is supposed to be on set in another hour or so, after our meeting.”
“Okay,” Clémence said. “That makes sense if Rachel left to help Sarah. But maybe you can help. I want to talk to some of the cast to learn more about Nicole.”
“Why don’t you come meet Chris? I’m going to have a chat, but if you wait outside, I can make an introduction after I’m done.”
“That would be great.”
“Let’s get in the elevator,” Sophie said when one became available. “I don’t want to be late. Chris hates tardiness.”
“I’ve seen his work,” Clémence said. “At least a couple of his films. He’s very versatile, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, I enjoyed working with him. He was so on top of everything. Then again, I haven’t worked on many films to compare.”
On the sixth floor, Clémence waited in the hall when Sophie went in. She tried calling Rachel again, only to get the voicemail. Clémence texted her to let her know she was still in the hotel, in case she did happen to go home for her phone.
As Clémence waited, she read the newspaper articles about Nicole Blake’s death on her smartphone. A recent article said that her pink Chloe purse had been found by a local. It had been floating near the edge of the Seine near Notre Dame. The purse had been empty, the contents probably scattered around the bottom of the Seine. They were still awaiting autopsy results; the cause of death was still unknown.
“Clémence?” Sophie poked her heart-shaped face out the door and smiled. “Come on in.”
Chapter6
Chris Collins’s suite was practically the size of Clémence’s own apartment. It must’ve been a family suite. The director was sitting on
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