‘But surely you haven’t given up on writing altogether?’
‘No, I’m working on something.’
‘A new novel?’ he asked.
‘Non-fiction … though everyone will think otherwise.’
I could see him taking that in.
‘And your “friend” — the woman in the Fifth — do you still see her?’
‘Every three days without fail.’
Coutard raised his eyebrows. He shook his head. He put out his cigarette and lit another, puffing away on it for a good minute while studying me with detached professional interest. Finally he said, ‘You are truly haunted,
Guilty as charged.
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