Chapter 22In his hotel room, Harris stood in the open doors of the balcony, looking out at the Champ-de-Mars.
Mineau had booked each of them a classical room at the Ares Hotel, a place world-renowned for its baroque settings and luxurious salons. Harris’s room was furnished impeccably and draped in ravishing shades of gold and red. He wandered around the room, drink in hand, still clad in his three-piece suit, like a lost child in a strange home.
Standing with his face turned to the sweet breeze, Harris was struck by the grandiose vision of the Eiffel tower dominating the skyline. The tower’s iron structure vaguely reminded him of the Jacques-Cartier’s pillars, and he felt a pang of pain at being so far away from home, his lab. Jude…
The morning was cool and clear. A perfect Parisian da
