The prince’s son stared. “Why?”
Lena replayed the frame. The man’s face was a blur, but his cufflink caught the light: a tiny crest, a lion and a crown. The Grimaldi family. The royals of Monaco. monte carlo filme
In the chaos, Lena slipped into the vault. The film canister was there, labeled MONTE CARLO NIGHTS – FINAL CUT . She grabbed it and ran—through the kitchens, past the poker tables, onto the roof overlooking the sea. The prince’s son stared
She checked into the Hôtel de Paris, where the concierge gave her a knowing look. “Room 217,” he said. “Mr. Lazlo stayed there the night he vanished.” past the poker tables