Elias does not appear at the next shareholders' meeting. I cackle smugly to myself and wait for Aimée to look at me in perplexity so I can shoot her a conspiratorial glance.

But she doesn't look. She doesn't ask why he's not there, and no one tells her. She keeps half an eye on the door the whole time, and I wonder if I've done the right thing. 

Then we go home, except we're not allowed in, because it's a crime scene. Two doormen, recently untied and ungagged, are massaging their wrists and cheeks. A hysterical young woman is sobbing to the gendarmes. Aimée recognizes her first: It's the nanny we hired for Sim. 

Sim isn’t there. No one knows where he is.