“Parlez-vous français?”

“Oui, je parle français.” But he added, “Mais mon anglais est meilleur.”

She smiled warmly. “My English is much better than my French too. Do you mind if I join you? I’ve eaten alone the last few times, and while it started out kind of fun, it grows old fast.”

He indicated for her to take a seat. “Please.”

She took off her hat and set it on the seat next to her before picking up a menu.

“What looks good?” she asked, lifting up her Maui Jims though the setting sun was dropping a bucket of glare right at her.

“Chicken puttanesca, or you can never go wrong with the old steak and pommes frites with salad.”

“Shall we order wine?”

“We’re in Provence. I think it’s the law.”

They gave their orders to the waiter, who promptly brought the selected bottle of red and two glasses. He poured and left them alone.

“I’m sure this seems very forward of me,” she said. “Coming over to you like this.”

“I’m not sure there is such a thing as ‘forward’ anymore for men or women.”

“First things first, I’m Jane Collins. But Janie to my friends.” She held out her hand. With an amused look Shaw shook it.

“Bill.”

“American?”

He nodded. “You?”

“What it says on my passport.”

“I’m from D.C.”

“And what do you do in our nation’s capital?”

“As little as possible. I was a lobbyist, but I sold my practice and decided to see a little bit of the world beyond Capitol Hill.”

“Do you have a family?”

“Let me play the proud dad.” He took out his wallet and handed her the picture of a girl and a boy, that Frank had provided him. “Michael and Alli. They’re back in the States.”

She handed the photo back. “Beautiful. So your wife’s not with you?”

“We’re divorced.” He slipped the photo in his shirt pocket. “The picture’s a little old. They’re both teenagers now.”

“You must have started early, you don’t look that old.”

“Keep drinking wine, I like the effect on your vision. How about you? What’s your story?”

“Nothing very exciting. My dad made huge amounts of money. He and my mom died way too early and I was the only child.”

“Sorry to hear that. I guess the money doesn’t make up for it.”

“I never thought it could, and I turned out to be right. I was young when they passed away, but I still miss them.”

“I can understand that.”

“But life goes on,” she said, staring off for a moment before looking back at him and managing a weak smile. “I’m rich, I like to travel, see different places. It’s so beautiful here. So how long have you been in town?”

“A few days.”

“And after this?”

“ Italy and then Greece. But I’m taking my time. My whole life has been run on a tight plan. I’m sort of into winging things now.”

“Where are you staying?”

Shaw shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Well, maybe there is such a thing as forward after all.”

Her cheeks reddened. “Okay, I guess I deserved that. I tend to ask too many questions and volunteer too much about myself to complete strangers.”

“I would agree with that. The part about you being rich is not something you want to blab about. Too many lowlifes who’d take advantage of that information.”

She looked like she’d been scolded. “I guess you’re right.”

“How come you’re solo? Don’t you have any friends who’d like to travel with you? I’m sure you go first-class.”

“Friends have jobs. That’s the downside to not having to work for a living.”

“I think most people would be able to cope with the trade-off,” he said kindly.

“Well, we could hang out.”

“You don’t even know me.”

“Sure I do. You’re um…”

“Bill,” he said helpfully.

She playfully punched his arm. “From D.C. Ex-lobbyist guy and divorced with two beautiful teenagers. See, my memory’s not that bad.”

“Okay, Jane-”

“Janie to my friends.”

“All right, Janie, but just take it slow with people.”

She said sheepishly, “I’m nearly thirty; you would’ve thought I’d have gotten that lesson by now.”

“Some people never get it.”

“So where’d you learn to speak French?”

“How do you know I really can? The few words I spoke aren’t exactly going to get me a job at the UN. Your French sounded pretty authentic. Where’d you learn?”

“I took an immersion class for six months before I came here. It’s amazing what you can fit in your day when you don’t have a job.”

Shaw lifted his glass of wine and clinked it against hers. “I’m really looking forward to finding that out.”

Their food came and they continued to talk through dinner. They split the check using cash. Afterwards they walked through the street. Most of the shops were closed at this hour, but the warm breeze was nice, there were many people strolling about just as they were, and music could be heard coming from a bar past the town center.

She looked up at him. “How tall are you?”

“About six-six.”

“You must’ve been the tallest lobbyist in D.C.”

“Nope, they have some ex-NBA players trolling for dollars there. One of them is seven feet. Poor guy has to duck through doorways when he’s pressing the flesh and begging for his supper.”

“Well, I’m down this way,” she said.

Shaw hooked a finger over his shoulder. “I’m that way.”

“Maybe we’ll run into each other again.”

“Small town, the odds are good.”

She smiled. “I’ll be far more reticent next time.”

He returned the smile. “And I’ll be far less critical.”

Reggie Campion immediately returned to her villa, where she made a call. She explained her meeting with Bill to Professor Mallory and gave him a detailed description of the man. “Find out what you can. There’s something about him.”

“All right, Regina. But it may be nothing.”

“And it may be everything. I trust my instincts. Word on Waller?”

“On schedule.”

“Then I have my work cut out for me if this new development turns into a mess. You’re certain everything is a go on my cover?”

“It has been for quite some time. One of our benefactors owns a technology company with elite-level programs and access to numerous core databases. He allowed us in through a back door to do all we needed to do. All the information you’ve memorized is backed up in all the places anyone might look. Vital records in the U.S., an American Social Security number, bank accounts, educational backgrounds, degrees conferred, parents’ history. Oh, did you like your Facebook page?”

“Brilliant. Nice chums I have. And I must say, Professor, you certainly know more about computers than you let on.”

“I’m just an old duffer. Merely regurgitating what I’m told.”

“If you say so.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard.”

“It’s the only way I stay alive.”

Barely a half mile away Shaw was sitting on his bed lifting a nice set of prints off the special coating on the photo of the fake kids he’d handed “Janie.” Using a handheld computing device he scanned them in, emailed them to Frank, and then called him.

“Sounds like a hottie,” said Frank after Shaw finished filling him in.

“I don’t like ‘hotties’ showing up when I have a job to do, especially if they’re staying at the villa next door to my target. And she made inquiries about Waller’s place earlier too.”

“But from what you said, she’s a bit of a ditz.”

“We don’t know that for sure. Could be an act.”

“I told you our prelim gave off no warning bells. You going paranoid on me?”

“No, Frank, I’ve been paranoid for a long time.”