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They feigned interest in some god-awful piece while Andre talked to a couple. When he was done, they wandered toward him until Nicole planted herself in front of him.

“Andre Vincent, right?”

“That’s right.” His smile dimmed a fraction as he looked into Nicole’s eyes. “You’re Lars’s friend. The one he went to Somalia with to make that film.”

“Did you hear about Lars?”

“I did, yeah. Shocking news.”

“Did you see Lars when he was in the city?”

“I missed him, and now I’m sorry I did.” His gaze shifted to Slade.

“This is my friend Slade.”

They shook hands, and as far as Slade could tell, Andre wasn’t lying about not seeing Lars. At least, he hadn’t taken off in a sprint like Dave had.

Andre stroked his beard. “Was there something you wanted to ask me about Lars?”

“He left a note for me when he was in New York and gave it to someone to mail to me later.” Nicole lifted her shoulders. “I was just trying to figure out who that was.”

“You checked with Dave Pullman or that actress, Trudy? I don’t remember her last name, but I think they saw him when he was in town.”

“We checked with Dave, and we’re on our way to see Trudy Waxman.”

Andre snapped his fingers. “Waxman, that’s it. Yeah, I’m sorry. That’s crazy Lars would do that. No clue he was even depressed.”

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