Private Monaco

Chapter 58

“The Chalmont is owned by Raymond Chalmont,” Mo-bot said as she took a seat at the breakfast table on the terrace.

Sci and Justine joined us, he in his customary jeans and heavy metal T-shirt and Justine in a lightweight tea dress. Sci poured us all coffee as I served the pancakes I’d made.

Mo-bot used a tablet computer to show us all a photo of Raymond Chalmont. Chiseled good looks, thick blond hair, and even in the paparazzi shots he had an air of calm superiority.

“His family are old money,” Mo-bot said. “Roots back to French and Belgian aristocracy. Been in Monaco more than a hundred years.”

“Exactly the sort of man Propaganda Tre would try to recruit,” I remarked.

“These are pretty good.” Sci gestured at his partially eaten pancake, which he’d covered in syrup.

“Thanks,” I replied.

“Yeah, he fits the profile.” Mo-bot took a sip of coffee. “But so do a lot of people.”

I nodded. “True. But how many of them own a casino used by a crooked government minister to withdraw cash from a secret bank account?”

I looked at Justine, whose hair was still a little damp from her shower.

“You got any lunch plans?”

She replied with a puzzled look.

“Because I hear the house salad at the Chalmont Casino is to die for.”