There were serious grounds to challenge the validity of her consent, especially if they could prove she had been misled. More importantly, the planned operation had left traces. And Camille knew how to read financial traces better than anyone.
By noon, all her banks had received official notice. Joint accounts were placed under heightened monitoring. Her personal accounts were secured. Her investments were given temporary freeze requests. Any unusual movement now required personal confirmation and legal notification. At two o’clock, Claire accompanied Camille to the police station. At four, an emergency filing was submitted to the Versailles judicial court. At six, when Marc returned home still believing he held her life in his hands, he found Camille sitting in the living room. The suitcase was still open upstairs. But the train ticket had been canceled. And on the coffee table in front of her lay a blue cardboard folder. Marc stopped in the doorway.
“Why are you looking at me like that?”
Camille looked at him with a calmness that seemed to irritate him.
