Nothing to Fear (A Juliette Hart FBI Suspense Thriller—Book One) by Blake Pierce

Author:Blake Pierce [Pierce, Blake]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: UNKNOWN
Published: 2023-04-10T18:30:00+00:00

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

The sound Juliette was hearing brought back so many memories of Paris in a rush. And more than that, it was giving her a new insight into how this killer might have hidden away in plain sight.

Violin notes, clear, sweet, and true to tone, were filtering through the morning air. She even recognized the tune. The melodious sounds of La Vie En Rose.

The player was a man in his twenties, a beret on his head, a backpack propped up against the wall behind him, and the violin case open in front of him. It already contained a number of coins and euro notes.

Standing and overlooking the square, he was immersed in his music, eyes half closed as he brought the melody to life. He didn’t even glance at her, as he created the beautiful sounds. He was a talented player and, watching him, she yearned to be able to make the same magic. Would she ever be able to play a violin reasonably well if she took lessons?

Juliette watched him for a few moments, and as the yearning to be able to play so beautifully passed, her mind began whirring away, on a more productive tangent. She knew what she was thinking, what the implications of her theory were.

Beyond him, a duo of street performers was setting up in the center of the square. Their faces were white painted, their lithe, fit looking bodies were clad in black leotards and they wore black gloves. With colorful hoops as props, the preparations for their show were already drawing some interested onlookers.

This was life in Paris. In the public places, there were always street performers, buskers, musicians, acrobats and actors, mime artists and human statues. And now, Juliette was wondering if this was how this killer was disguising himself. Nobody would look twice at the violinist because they pigeonholed him as a street performer. He could have five cans of gold paint in that backpack, but all people would see or notice was the violin.

Had this been the killer's cover? Had he blended in with the street performers?

The idea kept growing in her mind as she walked back towards the scene. It would explain why he moved so quickly, why he seemed to vanish into thin air. It might even explain why he was able to paint his victims' faces without anyone noticing. If they thought it was nothing more than the preparation for an act, people would walk straight past.

Juliette felt a thrill of excitement as she hatched the idea. This was it, the breakthrough she was looking for. She just had to convince Lucien and Wyatt that she was onto something.

She hurried back along the street, under the crime scene tape, and back to where they were standing, her mind working in overdrive.

"I’ve figured something out,” she said.

Lucien turned to her looking hopeful. Wyatt raised his eyebrows.

“What?” they said in unison.

“I think this killer might be posing as a street performer. That's how he is blending in, and why his victims end up getting so close, with no struggle.

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