In the small hotel, Victor and Arthur were almost face-to-face, smoking silently.
The two of them just sat there without saying anything, and the current situation didn't seem suitable for cheerful chatter either.
Though these two were the best detectives in the French and British police forces, capable of addressing almost everything, this time, it appeared they had both miscalculated.
On a Thursday afternoon, what type of guests would come to an unremarkable small hotel and rent rooms? And what was their purpose?
This was a topic quite worth investigating.
Of course, not investigating wouldn't be an issue either.
Thanks to the hotel's less-than-stellar soundproofing, even without seeing for themselves, Arthur and Victor were already quite aware of the guests' current activities.
