Chapter 27
Ditching the bowling bags in Genoa, she carefully arranged and wrapped the statuettes in baby blankets, with a very lifelike doll on top, one she found in a kitschy tourist shop. Of course, in Nice, she found a suitable carrying case with a lock to carry her load. Poor, little baby Jeremy Ross had served his purpose and soon rested in the nearest public trash receptacle.
Now, on Wednesday, she took a seat on the patio of the bistro near the Albert Garden and waited. She had given Julian plenty of time to hook up with her, but her patience had been wearing thin of late. After glancing at her watch, she sat back and idly watched the traffic along the Quai des Etats-Unis. Farther out, she caught a glimpse of the pristine blue waters of the Golfe de Saint-Hospice. A slight breeze ruffled the emerald silk scarf she had used to tie back her hair. Opting for a more casual look, she wore white Capri pants and a striped sailor's top, green and white.