the glass. “Nice? Half a million years of human development and that’s all you can say to cheer a girl up? Nice?”
“Look. I’m not used to complimenting girls on their appearances.”
She looked at him. “Apparently.”
“Well, thanks.”
She fussed with her hair for a minute. “It’s no good. I need something.”
“What?”
“Something for my hair, stupid. What did you think I meant?”
“So, your plan is to shop for hair products while Little and Large plan how to bump us off?”
“Girls who don’t have their hair nice stand out in Paris. Do you want to stand out, Mr. TV star?”
Piers sighed and Sidney headed off down the street to a pharmacy with a giant green neon cross in the window. The shop was full of middle-age women loading up on creams and lotions promising youth.
Sidney examined an unending string of brightly decorated bottles. Piers stood at the end of the isle, shuffling his weight from foot to foot, furtively glancing at the security camera in the corner of the shop. If anyone figured out who they were, the police would have an even better picture of him, and a good picture of Sidney. She was safe until they got a good shot of her. He bit his lip and stared at her, willing her to find something fast and get out.
She examined the small print on a florescent purple jar. “You don’t have to stand all the way over there. I’m not buying feminine products.”
“Huh?”
“Feminine products.”
Piers placed his finger over his mouth and shushed her.
Sidney shook her head. “I’m not buying feminine products.”
Piers’ brow furrowed “What feminine products?”
She plucked a box of Tampax from the shelves and tossed it at him. “Feminine products. I’m not buying feminine products.”
He missed the catch and the box crashed into the lady who stood next to him, who was reading the advertising on a product that claimed to give a “youthful glow.” He fumbled an apology as she moved to another aisle.
He grabbed the box from the floor and waved it a Sidney. “Okay, so what?”
“So you can stand next to me. I’m not contagious and I’m not going to embarrass you.”
“Really?” Piers pushed the box of Tampax into an empty space between two brands of shampoo. He walked over to her. “Better?”
She smiled. It was a warm and inviting smile, and one that every woman in the shop would likely have killed for. Piers swallowed and half-smiled back, his eyes and cheeks anesthetized, but his lips spread across his face. She laughed. “You’re weird.”
“Thanks.”
A stern voice sounded behind him. “Do you need these, sir?”
He turned to see a shop assistant in a white lab coat shaking the box of Tampax in front of his face. “Do you need these, sir?”
He shook his head slowly.
“Then please return the products you do not wish to purchase to their proper location.”
The assistant brushed him aside and placed the box amid a large display of Tampax products.
Sidney grinned and raised her eyebrows at Piers. “Oops.”
Piers frowned. “Have you found something yet?”
Sidney waved a small black jar with a bright orange wavy stripe at him. “Let’s go.”
They lined up at the checkout. Sidney paid with a twenty-euro bill and shoved a handful of change back in her pocket. On the way out of the store, she stopped at a mirror and fixed her hair with a brush. When she turned around she looked stunning. The perfect wave of her relaxed curls had been restored. Every strand of hair was artfully arranged, and the left hand side was perfectly flipped over her ear. She grinned and lowered the tone of her voice. “Better?”
Piers smiled and licked his lips. “Amazing.”
Her grin turned into a contented smile. “Well, that’s an improvement.” She patted his arm. “From nice to amazing with one jar of hair goop. Who would have thought?”
Piers led out of the shop and noticed Little and Large on the opposite side of the road. Large wore wrap-around sunglasses over an impassive face, but Little had a gloating grin and tapped his watch.
He wondered if they should confront them again. Find out something about the guy who had been shot, and what he was supposed to have stolen. He’d barely said a word before he was shot. They didn’t have a clue about—
He turned to Sidney. “Do you still have the guy’s phone?”
Sidney nodded.
“Good, let’s get a coffee.”
They took a table in the back of a small café. She handed over the battered mobile phone.
The waiter arrived and Sidney ordered two coffees, a wallet