Again the Lieutenant walked in to that charming little cafe.
His wife was not with him today, however. He had told him that he needed to be alone tonite, that something troubling had occured. She had understood, but, still...Perrot hated to leave her like that. It made him feel...dirty, almost.
He also had his violin, again, although he was holding it a bit tighter.
Perrot glanced around the place, looking for an open table. Ah, there. A round table, with 4 chairs.
Amid the hubbub of the rather busy cafe, he carefully slid into his seat, placing the violin case next to him, gently.