Lefevre opened his mouth to speak but couldn't get out two syllables before a man stormed in, red in the face, and started yelling about someone marking on his face. Lefevre didn't know what he was talking about, but he recognized the man as the one who smashed the bottle of wine on the floor the night before.
Once the intruder quieted down, the three men turned back to their conversation.
"We can sit here and try to claim blame all night, but it doesn't matter, it's not going to fix what happened," the Sous said bluntly. "We now have a responsibility to see this through. We have an idea of where they were last seen and Gerard picked up a tag and a name before he lost them in Burgandy. I don't think the Lorraine detection pods were malfunctioning."
Lefevre took a bit of his flaky croissant and a sip of coffee to wash it down. The other two were deep in thought.
