Tight-Lipped

“You are to talk some prudence into me,” she informed him.
This he knew. Carine Dufour had called him and asked if he could meet with Elitza that afternoon in Le Nemours, a café situated next to the Palais Royal. The purpose was unspoken but clear – and as obvious to Elitza as it had been to him, it seemed.
“Do you think it’s even remotely possible?”
“You won’t know until you’ve tried.”