I also believe that Bea was not wrong to think it, and that a person who builds a courtroom does start, at some point, to arrange the furniture, and that neither of them can now tell which it was.

At about ten, the six of them ended up in the front part of the restaurant, which was closed, around one of the upturned tables, the way they do.

I was in the doorway with a coffee.

Nobody asked me to leave and nobody included me.

Odile ran through the plan.

Not defensively.

Like a briefing.

Where the crate would be, when it would be wheeled in, who would say what, what the server looked like and when he would approach.