The Flinck Connection (Book 4) (Genevieve Lenard) Read Online Free PDF

had been in the news for a long time. I remembered the president using transparency of officials across the board as his key election campaign issue more than two years ago. “He wants all elected officials to open their finances for the public to see, personal and official finances.”
    “He also wants to limit the immunity from prosecution members of parliament and the ministers enjoy.” Pink’s smile was light and genuine. “There are a few very vocal guys unhappy about that. Minister Savreux was one of them.”
    “I’ll have to read about this.” I couldn’t wait to get to my computers. “It might give us more insight into this murder.”
    “Especially since it is so close to next week.”
    “What’s happening next week?”
    “That’s when President Godard is speaking to Parliament. He has been building his case for a long time and has gained a surprising support in the Senate and National Assembly for this kind of transparency.” Pink was swiping the screen of his tablet as he was talking. “Hmm, the president’s wife is also involved in this. She was on a talk show this week sharing her personal financial situation. She even had her bank statements there. Brave woman.”
    Pink continued talking about the No Secrets law, but I had stopped listening. I didn’t believe in coincidences. In the average citizen’s life, there were incidences of happenstance that I was willing to concede to. However, in the lives of politicians, events seldom occurred without being connected to either their own strategy or that of somebody planning to use them. I worked daily with the data of clients for whom every meeting was calculated, every person they were introduced to a possible ally in achieving their goals. These people’s lives were filled with events or people so carefully introduced as to appear coincidental.
    With this in mind, I refused to believe that the direct messages Nikki had been receiving, the art implicated in both, Savreux’s death, and his connection to the president and his wife were happenstance. This intrigued me and I shifted impatiently. I wanted to get to my computers.

Chapter THREE
     
     
     
     
    The quiet whoosh of the door to my viewing room took my attention away from the ten monitors I was looking at. My viewing room was one of the few places in the world I felt completely safe. When Phillip Rousseau had hired me to work at Rousseau & Rousseau, he had converted a room to my exact needs. The room was spacious, completely soundproof and had ten computer monitors mounted in a curve to give me all the viewing space I needed. The desk in front of the monitors was long and clear of any clutter—the way I liked it.
    Phillip walked into the room, looking fresh and as elegant as always. His dark grey bespoke suit was complemented by a deep red silk tie and shoes that I knew he had specially made in Italy. He had been the first person in my life to treat me with acceptance and respect. Over the last seven years, our relationship had evolved to become much more personal. I now viewed him as the wise and honourable father figure I had longed for as a child.
    “Good morning, Genevieve.” He stopped next to my chair, staring down at me. He knew I didn’t see the sense in lying or pretending, and therefore seldom looked at me as he was currently doing. As if trying to ascertain my state of mind.
    “Good morning, Phillip. Why are you worried about me?”
    “What time did you get in?” Answering my question with a question confirmed that he was concerned.
    “I was here at thirteen minutes past four.”
    He waited for more, but I didn’t have anything to add. After a few seconds, he sighed. “And you don’t think it strange to be at your desk at such an hour in the morning?”
    “I had work to do.” I shrugged. “Colin broke into Minister Claude Savreux’s house last night and found him murdered in his home office. I found the lack of knowledge I had about this man most disconcerting and