She put her mug down on the green marble coffee table. "Look, that would be the perfect place for me, with Charles and Edda. Charles can recuperate, Edda can cook and spoil me, and no one would know my identity."
Malcolm sipped his coffee, thinking. "Okay, give me as much information as you have on this place. I need the exact location, the size, all you have and then some more." He put his mug down and began to pace. The thick pile of the carpet flattened with his footsteps, then sprang back in place. "I'll check and see if the Invicta has any connections there, then check on your neighbors." He looked at her and smiled. "If I get a positive response, I may approve of your idea."
Tanya jumped up and hugged him. "That would be great! I can't imagine living on the Riviera and still be working on my degree. Bless you, Malcolm!" she laughed. "I can't believe it."
"Easy, girl. Things aren't definite yet."
"But you'll make them definite, won't you? I know you will. You'll make it all come together, just like you always do."
Malcolm's grin grew larger. "Of course, if you leave for the Riviera in, let's say, a few days, no one would have any idea where you were. It would be literally impossible to track you down." He laughed. "No one will know where you're hiding, except for the police and ourselves."
A big smile covered his face. Tanya hugged him again, then left to tell Charles and Edda.