Belvédère

The Belvédère is one of the locations you can investigate during the Angel of Death story. You can gain access by reading the Killer Case file given to you by Busset.
It appears to be located on the middle-right of the map. *Unconfirmed if this is random or not*
== Transcript ==
You look the Belvédère over. It’s a rather unassuming bar that had its heyday at the end of the 1980s. The exterior décor is over-the-top: moulding with embedded statues, fake ivy painted along the walls… It’s probably even worse inside. You glance at the time… They’re about to close. Must be a small party. You leave your cab, walk towards the bar and push the door open. Dim lighting. Almost no one here… Not even that one passenger of yours – the one you often drive here – is in tonight… You walk over to the bar. A young woman, no more than 20, looks slyly at you. There are dozens of kinds of liquor behind her.
Barmaid: We’re closing.
She’s putting glasses away. They clink in her hands.
« I have some questions for you. »
« I’m a private investigator… »
« Sorry to have inconvenienced you… » ***
She sighs and puts down the glass she was holding.
Barmaid: Hold on… wait…
She shakes her head. Her expression is tired… bored too. When she speaks, she puts on a forced smile in guise of an apology.
Barmaid: What do you want to know? Is it about the Angel of Death’s victims?
You wait a second.
« Not at all. »
« Which victims? »
« Exactly. » ***
Barmaid: They came in a lot. They were good clients, regulars… Simon didn’t drink, but he liked the atmosphere. [2 CLUES]
Barmaid: Jules was kind of an ass with the staff but he often brought dates here. He was a hard-worker. A really smart guy.
She leans over.
Barmaid: But… I know something else… It’s not something I tell just anyone.
She slides her elbows across the bar until she’s less than a metre from you.
Barmaid: 150 euros and I’ll tell you who knew Jules and Simon very well.
(Pay 150 euros)
(Don’t pay.) ***
Houssine: I can’t, sorry…
The young woman takes a minute to look you over… before stepping away and going back to her glasses.
Barmaid: Shame.
Houssine: Maybe we can find another arrangement?
She snickers.
Barmaid: Yeah, right.
Her tone is sharp… dismissive. You try to change her mind but she quickly threatens to have you thrown out. A few seconds later, you get behind the wheel, peeved. Long sigh… Key in the ignition… And you go back to work.
== Notes ==
« Sorry to have inconvenienced you… », « Exactly. », (Don’t pay.)
Category: Locations