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Let them come , she thought. I’ve restored harder things than this.

That was how Anissa Kate Colette, restorer of forgotten things, became the temporary custodian of a truth that could collapse three governments and one very famous champagne house.

The trouble began with a small blue notebook. anissa kate colette

Anissa didn’t run. Runners attract eyes. She walked, steady and deliberate, through the rain, carrying a 400-year-old instrument and a secret she hadn’t asked for. Behind her, the villa’s cellar door swung open on its rusted hinges, and the loose brick lay on the floor like a dropped jaw.

She hung up, wrapped the lute in a towel, and stepped out the back door just as the gray-coated men knocked again—this time with a key of their own. Let them come , she thought

She did what any sensible restorer would do: she cleaned the notebook, made a high-resolution scan, locked the original in a biscuit tin, and mailed the tin to herself at a post office in Geneva. Then she called her mother.

She had no plan. But she had two things the gray coats didn't: perfect pitch, and the patience of someone who had spent ten years lifting gold leaf from a single panel of a triptych. The trouble began with a small blue notebook

“You’re in Lyon,” her mother said.