When I got home, I did what I had stopped myself from doing earlier.
But Googling was irre.
Would I have hired a private detective to track this woman down? Would I have passed sleepless nights waiting for him to hand over a manila envelope containing long lens black-and-whites of a femme fatale smoking Gauloises at a sidewalk caf ? Probably not.
I wondered what I would have done if I had found myself embroiled in this scenario fifteen, even ten years ago.
I Googled the name: Aimee Laroche.
When I got home, I did what I had stopped myself from doing earlier