Celeste grabbed the nearest object to steady herself as the train rocked with the explosion. Villeneuve was dead, and Curioso and Morzik were both on board. The only way this day could get worse would be for Hargittai to show up. If she didn't find that violin quickly, the whole thing was done for. And so was she.
She carefully made her way further up the train car, trying to look as though she was simply a young lady in search of the w.c. and ignoring the sound of gunshots.
Celeste couldn't prevent a small smile from crossing her lips as she spotted the violin case. But what was this? ANother violin case! And another, and another...blast, it was the entire Parisian Philharmonic! And here she thought Hargittai was the only way this job could be made more difficult--clearly, he was only one of many possibilities. It always came back to what Granpere Maurice used to say... "Merde arrive."
subtitle: Shit happens.