Tight-Lipped

Annabelle shook her head at him scornfully. She remained where she was, directly facing the television screen, in full possession of the sofa in the living room of Sternberg’s two-bedroom apartment in rue du Poteau.
“You want me to believe you were just out wandering about the eighteenth arrondissement, had a sudden desire to see an old film and decided to come here, despite the fact that neither my Mum or Dad are in? Things must be very quiet in the Brigade Criminelle these days.”