Chapter 21: Secrets of ... Philippe Tamburini
- Come on, just five euros is a gift!
- socks for winter, five pairs for ten euros. Tell me that it is given! And for you ladies, five stickers for the same price with a string free if you take two lots.
Friday morning. Jean-Pierre and Philippe Mourlon Tamburini wander through the market Decize. The fog has just risen and a pale sun illuminates the Halles. Both men remained in town after the funeral of their friend. Mourlon was responsible for the inventory of books and papers of the scholar and the family, scattered on almost every continent, trusted him after reading a letter which had Agnan Fumerol appointed as executor "if where ... "The" case "unfortunately happened last Monday at 16 am 54 or 55, on stage at the Festival Hall of Decize. Jean-Pierre
Mourlon was therefore installed in the remains of the scholar. The neighbor lady Trottemenu Prudence must warm him twice a day with meals catered by the district. Browse, sort, classify, index of thousands of books, notes and folders: it will certainly be until June. Besides two trunks stuffed with postcards and letters that he will also read ... The task is immense. However, Mourlon accepted without hesitation. It al'intime conviction that in this pile of papers is the index. Yes, the clue that will lead sooner or later the murderer of Agnan Fumerol. And the police have neither the time nor the means to discover if only the shadow of the trace of the look ... the index. As for Philippe
Tamburini, he decided to spend another week in the Nivernais, to visit the verdant countryside and friendly towns. This is only the third time he sets foot in a territory of the "Great Northern" he hateful memories of his military service at a training Commercy and that the direction of his bank imposed in Rillieux- la-Pape, a suburb of Lyon, usually when he goes on vacation, it does not exceed Valencia, for fear of finding a climate too harsh and being lost in the midst of hostile populations. But the "green country to Whitewater" was conquered. He plans a trip to Mount Beuvray and Chateau-Chinon, in spite of ice, and a tour of the cellars of Pouilly-sur-Loire.
Yesterday evening the two men reported Nevers, with solemnity and emotion, the urn containing the ashes of Agnan Fumerol, which must be sealed in the wall of his garden.
"Dance a jig Auvergne! Dance a jig
mountains! Dance a jig
Auvergne! Dance a jig
Alumni!
Fouchtri! Fouchtra!
Dance a jig! "The speaker
a Tapes and C.-D. booth is just up to their ears and play songs that come from a hit parade of homes. Philippe Tamburini, accustomed paghjella and Corsican polyphony, clogging the left ear of the index, his right ear is naturally dull after onanists practices of his childhood.
- And you, what do you think of this murder? In my humble opinion, Agnan started into trouble ...
- How? Into trouble ... What are you talking about, Philou?
- Ah yes, I hesitated to tell you. And especially not a word to the cops. But it is because of the van to Dede ...
- Dede? Which?
- Dede Parlaveloci.
- Dede Parlaveloci?
- Yes, Dede Parlaveloci u Nostru Dede, Dede Parlaveloci chi canta a ... rossignolu cume.
- Yes, I see. Parlaveloci. What relationship with Agnan?
- Do you remember the Christmas Eve, he wonders. He gave the reply to Charley.
- And tell me then, because then I'm not at all j'te.
- Eh bé, Dede has purchased a van nine last summer. A Peugeot Partner diesel, I think. No, a Boxer, ah, those English names, j'm'y me lose it ...
that ... - And then?
- No, I can not tell you that here in the street. Agnan made me promise secrecy.
- Agnan But is not there and maybe your story will make us understand why it is ...
- Not a word. It is a matter which must remain secret. In the old days, people said: do not even trust your shirt. A da ti fida mancu to camisgiotu.
Chapter 22: An affair of state.
- Head, a communication for you. Paris. The commissioner Champignac ...
- You mean CHAMPAGNOLE. Swing on my post. I take. The
gendarmette DeBeers beautiful this morning. The new uniform mold her curves nicely. Chief Warrant Officer Caillac is all excited.
- Hello, here Caillac, police Decize.
- Oh, hello dear colleague. I want to break the news before the official proceedings. We will return to Decize ... Yes, the case Fumerol ... You know we were negotiating with him to develop a method of coding. A major contract for the service. But fate would have it ... And yet you do nothing?
- If we have two tracks, but I think I am not authorized ...
- Inquiry rightfully ours. The minister contacted last night the prosecutor Nevers. A team of the National Police who will conduct the investigation now. You send us your clues ...
- Oh, I doubt that the Force dropped in so good way ... We also have support, the colonel was a cousin of MMA!
- You will inherit the property that Fumerol. Anyway, I arrive tomorrow with my team. To seal our future collaboration, I invite you to The Nibbles, you know, this little greasy spoon where we tasted the fried Loire last summer ... Oh, by the way, I will not with me early Carole. She who has a crush on Fumerol, from what I understand. I preferred to stay away and then I did not need to tell him the news, she was thrown from a horse, she has his wrist in a cast, she spent weeks in rehabilitation at Neuilly ...
Caillac is furious. This Champagnole pretentious, with its Scientific Police and all its trimmings! After all, he is doing! Because the investigation is far from clear and the two tracks that CWO has proudly announced that exist in his imagination. No way to draw the nose of the novelist. And the cake is this farce ...
pompom - Chief Plenty is calling! He is struggling at the Centre Socio-Cul ...
- Spend it quickly! Ah, that one, he will still win the jackpot! Yes ... It CWO Caillac, of course ... This is not the Pope ... What happens to you, my boy? Hostage ... ... You do not care for my ... Attached to the radiator ... Who? ... The director and his girlfriend? Hold on, I'm coming.
Five minutes later, two policemen and Caillac discover the disaster. Socio-Cultural Centre is devastated, as if a hurricane had passed through the neighborhood. The doors are dégondées, boards piled in the hallways, windows no longer a single tile intact, several tables were broken, documents, leaflets, cartons are strewn on the floor. Two secretaries sobbing in a corner. Director Michel Guyard is scarlet and flickers:
- It's Pe-Pe-Peltard. It is now de-fffou. He claims zinzin-zindemnités. Her troupe has not been played-play ... It is there-there-up there ...
Caillac drew his Manurhin and progressing cautiously up the stairs. " This is not the time to commit a blunder, "he said. Especially do not give Champagnole another reason to triumph. In contrast, a rapid arrest of the gunman and a hostage release, this may be the opportunity to spend a lieutenant in the year. "
the first floor, not a hurricane but a cyclone. The plasterboard walls are shattered, computers are parts of the copier escape flattened hundreds of blank sheets. Cries of rhino in heat can be heard on the side of the toilet "Provided it does not damage the little too! "
The first obstacle that hinders the progress of the policeman is the actress Marisa Albertos, the favorite of the director. Since the landing, she sends Caillac on a whole bunch of bottles of Heineken (the reserve's personal manager), and Orangina Ice-Tea (the drink of ordinary employees). CWO, despite some injuries to his right eyelid and abdomen, manages to take head on the fury who let fly a violent kick in the shins, snatched his revolver and viciously claw at chin . That's when Caillac comes to "phase 2". He was twice champion of karate Tarn-et-Garonne in his youth. An energetic atemi under the glottis and the actress collapsed. Seizing by his ponytail, Caillac the drags on the stairs, leaving the passage. And what does he see the end of the ponytail? He sees, he sees, he sees ... a pompom.
"Lenoir was right. How he guessed, the guy? "This is indeed the pompom pompom missing the stage curtain. A bobble wool green braided over half its length and flare around a button tin that holds within it the letters VD, City ... Decize
Moving forward, Chief Warrant Officer through the corridor. A quick shoulder in the door of the toilet and he finds himself face to face with Robert Peltard unleashed. Behind the director, sitting on the seat, tied up by an electric cable, Constable Cocagne yells
- Bravo, Chef! No gift especially! He slaps me ... flanked
Caillac did not need encouragement. In a masterful jack-Yo Koshio he returned Peltard, passes it behind the toilet, knocks on the tank flushing. He frees his deputy and sighs
- Well, my little, we can not say, you're the king well, you! On the throne!
- No, I swear it's not me ...
- is not you who stole the cake?
- The pompom agree, but not Fumerol.
- Come on, give him another signal ...
Caillac turns to the policeman who Lecogneur, his hairy paw, flanked by a resounding wallop to Marisa. The actress is most proud now, faced with these two brutes ...
- No! I tell qu'c'est not me!
- Explain to us how you stole the cake.
- Roro I told I was going to pee and I went backstage ...
- You tell tall tales. The toilets of the village hall are at the other end ... And behind the scenes, you took a blowpipe and thump, a small dart on Fumerol ...
- I do not know of what you mean. I just cut the cake with my scissors.
- Ah, you had some scissors ...
- was an accessory part. In my role, the mother brought scissors to kill the marquis.
- You see that you wanted to kill!
- But it was in the room, read the text if you want ... Ouch!
A new cap comes the call to order.
- And when thou hast cut this pompom?
- I dunno, I have not a watch when I'm in costume ... Wait, it was when the Marquis, Agnan Fumerol, shouting "out rascals out louts out pedants, outdoors, outside ..."
An hour interrogation enough, the judge will do the rest, if necessary. Or Marisa is naive, or it was reckless. Why make a scandal at the Social Center, where she is guilty?
Chapter 23: Back in Corsica.
- Jean-Pierre O, are you listening?
- Sure ... I've waited long enough ... your secret
- So here it happened last August 8. In addition to his talents singer, Dede is an electrician, as you know, and Agnan had entrusted the work when he began to rebuild his villa of Mariana-Plage. That day, Dede had come for a first estimate, it was agreed that it was a picnic with us in the garden. He could not, it was the fourth drink and went off the Agnan lonzu and coppa. Deli top quality home in Vescovato Orsini, y'know Orsoni, great dry? Yes, the bowler ... So that we Dede phone. He could not come, there were problems with the CRS was believed that his papers were not in order, but it was something else ...
- Drrring, dring! "Wait
Philou, I reckon qu'c'est my phone ... Hello, yes ... No, not Albert. You're mistaken, ma'am ... But no, there is no Albert here ...
Jean-Pierre Mourlon shrugs.
- It's still that old witch ... I dunno why she persecutes me like that ... And so far! And on my new laptop!
- Jean-Pierre O, are you listening?
- Yes, Albert has been arrested by riot police ...
- No Albert, Dede! Back on Earth, Jean-Pierre!
- Come for Dede. So what they wanted him, CRS?
- Nothing. And that's it is most bizarre. The morning about half past seven, Dede had charged oxygen tanks on the port of Bastia, and since then the police followed him everywhere and routinely monitored. At each roundabout. Since Furiani, the two motorcyclists sped permanently. He had managed to call from the toilets of a garage.
- Is that all? A trivial mistake ... Unless the friend of Dede has dealings with the Nationalists ...
- perhaps his son or his redneck Ceccu, but not him. Wait, it's worth following. In the afternoon, we were out fishing on the small boat of my sister Santa. Now the phone rings off ... About I think that yours is ringing again ... You should unplug it ... if you want to hear the whole story ...
- Yes, hello ma'am! Want to talk to ... ... But Jerome Jerome is not here! Not more than that of Albert Jerome ... No, ma'am ... I tell you my name is not Jerome ... It is certainly a mistake ... bye, madam!
Jean-Pierre Mourlon exasperated violently throws her mobile phone against a table. The machine is dismantled. Tamburini Philip continues:
- Then Dede reminded us. He was anxious. He first apologized for missing our appointment, but he had an urgent project in Corte ... and still the cops on their tail. You know there is virtually no parking at Corte, he parked his van in front of the marquee of the Grand National Circus, the annual Days of independence movements, and he launched into a discussion with his client that the waiting in the corner. You know Dede, when he talks, it delivers and it can take ... Suddenly, two mobile police squads surrounded the van, and immediately the vehicle exploded. A horror, smoke, debris, metal everywhere, blood, screaming. Him he had been spared because his client had brought in a kind of vault to examine the location of the cables to install. You have read well the case of Corte in newspapers, right?
- At this time I was in hosto. You know that I had been hit by a motorbike in Paris. I even think I was still fried on ...
- Ah yes, I forgot. And do not worry Agnan has never talked about this attack?
- Vaguely. But he never mixed in this case ... Dede
- No wonder! He was himself on the investigation. He would have done better to stay outside ...
- I can not grasp what was threatening Agnan ...
- Okay I'll summarize. Dede's truck had blown up, killing two policemen, three separatists and a passer. The poor Dede was stashed in the basement of his client and he had one wish is to disappear, incognito. Three days later, Dede has reappeared. He had managed to negotiate a parolee with the prosecutor, he was not really suspect but a witness. The vehicle that exploded was not his, but a double. The license plate was found in the wreckage 2B LG 1366 when his van had the LG 1266 plate 2B, he could prove it with the gray card. What had happened? Dede understood nothing. What annoyed the most is that he could not buy another van or be reimbursed for damage by the insurance, because the destroyed vehicle was not hers. He had not left the wheel of his pickup truck, except when he stopped at a gas station to call Agnan. The substitution had to be done at that time. But I do not understand the game of cops in this story ...
- Agnan So, the brave knight without fear, who looked to disentangle ...
- All right, my friend. But he put the finger in a ... was found Dede's truck at the beginning of September, just before your arrival in Corsica. She was in bits at the bottom of a ravine, with its original plate. So Dede was able to play insurance and buy a van and nine, a Renault this time. You saw him in December, when he finished installing the villa. And Agnan was more discreet ... I'm afraid ...
- Drrring! Drring!
- This time it's mine that sounds ... Oh, it's Annunciation, my daughter ... You okay? ... The granny is ill? ... Is it serious? ... Not too ... it reassures me ... Where? ... A hospital? ... From Bastia? ... No ... At Marseille! ... A Timone ... Well I'll see her in return ... You say it urgent? ... she will not end the week ... Well, in this case, I'm off to the station ... ... That's Salute a tutti ... My poor Jean-Pierre, I'll have to go ...
- You have not finished! Agnan? What danger?
- I think I've said too much already ...
- But you leave me in a fog.
- In short, you know Armata Corsa?
- I've heard on TV or radio ...
- Dede's van, that he was driving, which was not hers, which had replaced his, is the port that it has past, not the service station, Dede had confused, Armata Corsa's van was packed with explosives that were to destroy the capital of the nationalists. It is a dissident branch of the FLNC who had mounted the coup. A snitch alerted the police. That's why Dede was spun. The police should not intervene, you know ... And Corte a parking space had been prepared by a team, the only free space in the area and, coincidentally, along the tent.
- The role of the cops was to protect or prevent it?
- I do not know. In Corsica, Things are happening so strange. One day the cops stop you, they'll release the next day, two days later they still look for you. You see they took Colonna for three years and nobody really wants to try him. War policies, with the complicity of politicians believed, and those of Paris over the market, c'è pulitichella as they say ...
- Agnan And, what did he discover? And how?
- Agnan launched an e-classifieds of the newspaper Corse-Matin: "Individual Peugeot van sells new, price by arrangement. Contact newspaper ad No. 463865. Two days later he had the answer: "Nine Buyer van Peugeot seller No. 463 865, RV Fangu near Turtles, Friday, August 18, 15 hours. "Agnan goes to Fangu Bastia person. He suddenly understands that this is the Fangu Galeria. It returns an ad, because I have to abridge rush to the station.
- Wait a minute ... And the police found nothing?
- They had better things to do. We had up to eight ministers visiting every week ... The cops were mobilized by the motorcades, ticketing and tracking down arsonists ... They did not care vans for sale. Well I must leave you ... It's the same one which can slam a moment to another ...
- You will not leave me all about it before.
- Let me rephrase. You probably know Fangu Park near Galeria. You can see turtles and all kinds of moorhens and egrets along the River. They call it the delta. Gus has a corner of a flotilla of canoes because they must pass into the river to discover the critters. Agnan then went there, it was I who took him there, his Titin was still down at Decize. I waited all afternoon near the guy who rents boats. He returned pale. He had seen turtles, as of course. He also met with a Don-Pierre Buggierdo, a big arm FLNC, for I do not know what trend. Agnan me do not say more, but I understood ...
- that it had received a warning ...
- That's it, you understand quickly. Me, natios I myself rubbing. Agnan did not spoken ... So, my friend, it's time I go to the station. Because grandma, she wait for me ... not
- Oh, I doubt you find a train to Marseille. I heard earlier on France-Info that SNCF will go on strike tonight.
- In this case I fly!
- You want to your granny, Philip?
- This is not my grandma is my stepmother. And you would never imagine that it has made us see .... A real dragon! Now she goes on her 97 years, it is harmless ...
- There's a legacy to touch?
- Talk about three hectares of bush in an inaccessible side of San Petronio, twelve pigs scattered under the chestnut trees and a shed in ruins! And we twenty-eight beneficiaries, because here we have never done ...
shares
Chapter 24: "Take watch out! "
" Already one month qu'Agnan left us ... I do not advance in my research. The cops either, I feel reassured.
Yesterday evening, the Commissioner Champagnole came equipped with a commission in due form. He boarded the hard disk of the computer Agnan and a box of binders. Confidential defense, he said. From what I read in one of these files, there are notes on writers of the seventeenth century Nivernais. I do not see the connection with the defense. Oh yes, among the records, there was one on Vauban. Like what, our glorious army is ahead! All
time, Champagnole returned. Furibard, the man ... That does not make the text that was confiscated are cleared, ink binders disappeared. Fumerol have applied to his own writing his famous désécriture! Incredible ... I wonder how he did that ... In his lifetime, or beyond, since it spoke only of occultism ...
If all books have suffered the same application, I will soon have nothing to sort. Yet I have made interesting discoveries in the postcards. The first box was fairly well placed in chronological order, but contains a letter that goes back to the 60s and 70s is a bit far to find clues. In the second box, it was rather a mess, but three metal boxes. A box devoted to claims, without interest, a conflict with the EDF for a misplaced invoices, another store with the goal of Nevers for a TV down, letters from the Tourist Office about a Schiltigheim Article on beer from Alsace where Fumerol had forgotten to mention the Kronenbourg, the recriminations of readers or collaborators for everything and anything.
mail box of the heart is more interesting but be careful! You're entering the private sphere. I just extracted two recent letters to a lover on the side numb resident of Dunkirk and a card signed "your beloved hen," a bull fight in the middle of an arena, across a quote from Carmen
"Love is a gypsy child
Who never knew Bill
If you do not love me I love you And if you love
beware. "A card mailed
Bize-and-Bizous (Hautes-Pyrenees, near Lannemezan incredulous readers can get there ...) the July 27.
The last box is the "hate mail". There are certainly some information to glean. It's crazy what could have Fumerol as enemies. Authors piss vinegar for most of the hacks he had been wrong - or deserves - to go down in flames, jealous of racketeers, the mediocre, false tokens, rogues, and acrimonious, the ridiculous
... I traveled a few pages of these streams of profanity. Who could pass to the act of invective? Probably none of the protesters. One wonders if hate is not meant to be effused into the stutter. Those who do keep quiet, it's in their interest.
Yet among the latest maps of insults, I found the "chick adored." A card mailed from Bourg-la-Reine January 13, 2007. A caricature cock, perched on a pile of manure, excessive peak, with a tiny penis fucked, mouth wide open and he leaves in a bubble of a comic ridiculous "Coco-Rocco." The caption says: "We should assume nothing! "On the other hand, these words:" Not true, Agnan? "I deduced that the" chick adored "had an affair disappointing with Agnan. Whether it is sincere ...
Tamburini Philip sent me a map of Corsica. Or a map of hate, nor a declaration of love, of course ... the same has passed the weapon to the left. In addition to acres of bush, pigs and ruined hovel, she kept a treasure stashed under the floor of his room. Louis gold you want in here and bundles of old banknotes. Tickets 500 and 1000 years old CHF 50 for the most part, worthless currency and unchangeable at the Bank of France, they may have value for collectors. By cons, louis d'or interest the 28 beneficiaries. Philippe, a former bank employee, pursuant to its powers, is responsible for negotiating the sale of what is salable and sharing the rest. He complains of being guarded day and night, his cousin came down Ceccaldi Penta di Casinca with its 22 long-rifle and he is holding a gun throughout the operations; Caesar Tamburini, a grandnephew, a security guard in a center commerce, "the pockets of his parka stuffed with explosives threatens to turn if not a greater share than his half-brother Pompey. In short, the legacy is not the cake, as concluded Philip A'a fica chi ghjimba tuttu u Mondu s'arrimba, the fig tree that leans across the world relies. "
Chapter 25: Espionage, Terrorism and company.
- So your inquiry, it early? Tavel
Andre came to visit Champagnole commissioner who, for a city hall office, coordinates the research.
- Case of State, Mr. Mayor. I can not tell you anything, but it is the right way. In one week later, our killer is behind bars.
- Your killer? You also think it's a woman ... The bobble probably ... My wife pointed out that the actress looked like a conspiracy.
- This is not the actress. She and her accomplice, they dump with little more than a sentence of one year or two or community service for false imprisonment of an agent of the police force, threats and destruction of public property. If the judge has lifted the right foot, it will be a big fine. No, this killer is a Mata Hari, a high-flying spy.
- Spy? Oh, I am: our Agnan Fumerol, with all its inventions and its culture, he had to raise envy. It would have still not kill him please its copyright? Me, I think losing him as a scholar is a disaster for Decize. Last night I reread his Guide Decizois still unknown and deserve to have more notoriety. Magistral! He even devoted two pages and what he wrote is so true ...
- one that killed him was not interested in Decize. She sought to know the secrets that can disrupt global diplomacy. I recommend the utmost discretion, as several foreign agencies are on the teeth. You do not want your town gets the headlines Chained Duck!
- Oh, no no. We already had the removal of Joel Lenoir and the violent death of a scientist ... Ah, but I think my secretary makes a fax ... Thanks Isabelle. Oh, it's not for me ... ... For the Commissioner
"Commissioner Angelo Santucci
SRPJ
Bastia Haute-Corse April 30, 2007, A
the Commissioner Champagnole
City Council Decize Nièvre.
Dear Colleague
Yesterday morning, our men arrested two dangerous criminals, Peter Grant and Tony Buggierdo Frimbolacci. They were surprised by a patrol when they robbed a warehouse of fruits and vegetables, their vehicle was full of kiwis and lemons, and they did not oppose the least resistance, relying their lawyers to recover quickly freedom. But we have assembled a set of assumptions regarding these two individuals in connection with several crimes: extortion (racketeering) to their advantage in several area retailers, false invoices in a matter of selling building materials, attempts assassination of local officials and - that should get your attention - death threats against a citizen of Dezise, who owns a residence in Corsica, Mr. Agnan Fumerol. Both individuals were arrested in connection with nationalist circles hardest, as we have confirmed our informants.
This arrest stimulus investigating a bombing this summer in Corte, which was involved in some Parlaveloci Andre, an electrician by trade, and a close friend of Agnan Fumerol. We now gather all information related to Agnan Fumerol and I will share the folder as soon as possible. Get
, colleague, etc. ... "
Commissioner Champagnole silently read the letter. It can not suppress a remark aloud
- All that it does not help my investigation. I believe we will disperse.
- You say? the mayor asked, curious, eager.
- Yes, after all I can tell you what I think. People cons of espionage since I am informed Monday that Fumerol was killed by an undercover agent, a woman who works for us and has officially been bribed by a foreign service. All this for an encoding method invented by Fumerol.
- Ah, I am Olga Code-Olby. I read the novel ...
Lenoir - No, you Lenoir led by boat. It is a code that allows Zero-Zero désécrire of a text.
- Désécrire? You mean delete? As with an eraser ...
- Right. Fumerol was willing to sell us his technique. I had met here at the police barracks and later at Vincennes. And then I was told his mysterious death. And colleagues from the DGSE think there was a mole among us. It remains to get her out of her molehill and loop ... and twist! This type of Bastia is invent a dark history of Corsican nationalists and racketeering! One would think that your Fumerol had the art of making enemies ...
- Besides Joel Lenoir, and his actress Peltard bobble ...
- asked Commissioner Champagnole in the hall, the door ajar announcement by the puffy face of the keeper.
- I go ... It
CWO Caillac which to communicate urgent information to the commissioner. Bad news: the actress Marisa Albertos was hanged in his prison cell of Nevers, with a bead curtain, she had stolen into the parlor.
- A new fax, Mr. Commissioner.
Champagnole traverses the sheet extends his secretary. His face betrayed no reaction ...
Chapter 26: Joel Lenoir reinforcement.
This is serious. In the office of the mayor, a crisis is met. Slouched in an armchair Voltaire, Joel Lenoir smokes his pipe quietly, despite the ban represented by a panel just above him. Around the table, the mine dark, keen eye, are installed from left to right: Mayor Andrew Tavel, director of Centre Socio-Culturel Michel Guyard, journalist Jean-Pierre Mourlon, his colleague from the Jersey Journal du Centre Jean , Chief Warrant Officer Caillac gendarmette flanked by his favorite, the Commissioner Champagnole, the town clerk, the constable and the deputy mayor in charge of culture. His voice tenorino, Lenoir opened the debate:
- Working methodically, gentlemen - and ladies. Each and every one of you will tell aloud what he or she knows about the murder of Fumerol. Remember that it is in the common interest and that any retention of an element, no matter how small it would be a hindrance.
An hour and three quarters later, ten people know as much as the average reader arrived at the beginning of this chapter. Lenoir took the floor again after blowing a few curls toward the ceiling:
- Well, we must now filter all this information. Let the facts, just facts.
1 killer - or the killer because I am convinced that it was a woman - came in the village hall, not by the door leading backstage on the boulevard, he would have left traces of mud, as you so aptly demonstrated, adjutant ... leader, with thongs of our computer. He went through the front door and, if he had a little water or mud underfoot, he wiped on the mat like everyone else, or he has scattered across the mud room.
2 ° The killer - or the killer - could not enter during the rehearsal. It was there before. Note that this afternoon of March 13, the village hall was open for 13 h 30, that two ladies were busy sweeping, cleaning chairs and the bar, and that repetition did not start until 3:30 p.m.. I checked each schedule. The killer snuck when the maids were at the bar or toilet, what do I know?
3 ° The killer - or the killer, I want to detail, yes, yes! - Hid in the wings. How did he, did she not to be seen or seen-uh by actors who regularly changed between sketches? He must have perfect knowledge of the area. So I discard a priori any foreign actor or parachuted to commit murder. You'll find that this detail is very important. 4 °
Our assassin - or murdered - has extensive medical knowledge. This was noticed by the coroners and Dr. Salusse. He or she could get of succinylcholine, a derivative of curare used in hospitals and the fatal overdose to make, using a mini-syringe, to adapt this craft into a blowgun and blow strong enough. In my opinion, there were not six feet, but four, four and a half I've been measuring this morning. 5 °
arrives the episode of the tassel. The night of the murder, I breezed past the Hall holidays, after your departure and evacuation of the corpse. I had been warned of murder by Jeremy Duchemin. I spotted the absence of the tassel. My wife pointed out that some small decoration of public buildings, such as the tassel, fringe curtain, the planters, etc. ... sometimes find themselves in the interiors of private luxury homes. It became a sport for the ladies of high society to recover these ornaments and to incorporate them in their decorations. Do not say no, Mr. Mayor, I saw you two old buttons at the gates of the post ... The tassel has brought you Albertos the actress. It is unfortunately deceased. But his suicide is not an admission ...
6 ° exit and escape from the killer - the killer - fewer questions. Taking advantage of the uproar that greeted the performance Agnan Fumerol, it was easy to exit through the door leading directly onto the boulevard and disappearing into his car, or a car driven by an accomplice.
7 ° The problem is the use of the blowpipe. A relatively rare among us, more common among Papuans and the Guarani of Brazil. It would bring the suspects and make them pass a test. But above all, who are the suspects? What are their grounds? I hear you, ladies and gentlemen!
Everyone looks at his neighbor, his neighbor, then the ceiling where smoke coughed up by Lenoir drew a halo of pale pink, then the windows behind which a rainstorm drowned the place Guy-Coquille. The mayor gave his opinion first:
- In my opinion, is the actress committed suicide. We will however make it difficult to breathe into a blowpipe. The director may be able to ... testify
- Wrong, my dear, is a spy infiltrated our police to derail the acquisition of the Code Zero-Zero, all the information I provided consistent, comes Champagnolle compelling. I wonder if she is not in the police ...
At these words, gendarmette stands crimson and protests his honor. His supervisor comes to the rescue:
- It would not rather in the Scientific Police? You have spoken well of some Carole who was paying serious attention to Fumerol? And it's weird that it does not participate in the survey.
- I told you she had a broken wrist and is undergoing rehabilitation at Neuilly.
- Sur Seine? Mourlon naively asked. Because of Neuilly, there has hordes in France.
- Sur Seine?
- Yeah, what, the Municipality of Sarko. Your Carole, she has medical knowledge, is not it? To work in your lab is the minimum.
- She studied biology.
- And it would not have signed a few love letters "adored your chick? I found a few copies in the mail ... Fumerol
- In this case, the deputy mayor intervenes, it remains only to stop it. But where is she? Do you have an idea, Mr. Commissioner?
- in Neuilly, I told you.
- Sur Seine?
- You will not start. We'll check.
The policeman who had not yet acted, raises another possibility:
- And the Corsicans in there? Z'auraient-y not send a commando to kill kamichoses Agnan?
Commissioner Champagnole smiled.
- I do not believe in this track, also my colleague sent me Santucci earlier fax. The investigation was closed there. The warden gave the order to abandon proceedings against any Frimbolacci and release. This is a guy who works for Senator Gelatt, and Senator weighs big electoral weight. With elections in a month and a half, you know ...
- Me, I suspect another, suggests the director of the Socio-Cultural Centre. The doctor's assistant Salusse was very present with him when he was pronounced dead Fumerol. Lesemeur you remember?
- Yes, absolutely.
- And she has done absolutely nothing, if not check the curtains and close the door to the wings on the boulevard.
- You're right, Michael. And then?
- It has the medical knowledge, it is internal to the University of Clermont with my niece.
- And she knows to exhale as a blowgun? Mayor asks ironically.
Investigators are separating. Appointment is made for the next day, same time, same place. Order is given to the two journalists did not divulge any indiscretion. The Journal of the Centre will only a paragraph in the local page, where it will be very measured in terms stated that "the police, the gendarmerie and the mayor work hand in hand and everything will be implemented soon to unmask the culprit this cowardly assassination orphan who leaves the city one of its best citizens. "In the long gray limousine driver as his butler, Joel Lenoir returns to his mansion, he hums a tune of java ...
Chapter 27: pullet and jib.
CWO Caillac is not satisfied with the investigation which is dispersed, which escapes and trampling. "How? Leave a vulgar crime writer giving us a lesson! This Champagnole doubts nothing with his spy. And the other, the director of the Centre Social, instead of repairing the premises, he dares to accuse the doctor's assistant. This Nicole Del Rio, brilliant student who makes so many services at the hospital, I do not see how it could be involved in the murder. It has an indisputable alibi. At 16 h 45, she accompanied the doctor on his rounds, the agenda of the medical secretary is accurate, I did check with the sick by Constable Lecogneur, no mistake, this one is meticulous. Even alibi for the doctor, they were together, they also do not leave, but that's another matter. And now that the back Guyard. I know he can not Piffer the doctor. Same for the mayor. It's all here ... and company policy as in Corsica. What we need is to find the kitty, in Neuilly. I'm going to see Mourlon. Me not seem to have both feet in the same shoe, this one. He found clues in the mail of Fumerol. Between us, we'll toast this prétentiard Champagnole ... and its scientific methods. "
At night, arrived in Caillac Fumerol room, where Jean-Pierre Mourlon Navarro was busy watching the TV slimline scholar of the deceased. The journalist can not suppress a disapproving frown, but when the door opens again to allow the passage of the charming and debonair Debeers Marina Cocagne, he changed countenance:
- You just make a card game? Wait, I'll look for a pack of cards and Jenlain. I hope you like it ...
- Well, not too much humor ... it's bad for reflection.
Caillac briefly explains his expectations. The four henchmen share the contents of mailboxes and everyone getting down to the methodical search.
Time passes, the cans are emptied. The dawn point behind the curtains, garbage collectors go on the street, the gossips morning open their shutters and begin the exchange standard: "Y is not hot c'matin, EVEN Lesgourde. - Do you Loulou ar'gardé the baromèt'et one has to at least a week. - Oh no I'm gonna go shopping today, I'll take a stick of frozen and we still have two pieces of schnitzel of turkey in the fridge ... "Etc. .. etc ... etc ...
8 h 25 to the clock. CWO seems discouraged:
- Okay, I'll leave you. Duty calls me to post. Service, service, that's how we earn the ranks. Remember in the youngsters!
is the moment when the gendarmette exclaimed "Eureka! "She did not discover
buoyancy or even invented gunpowder. It is just between his knuckles and his manicured nails painted a postcard showing the village of Neuilly, in the canton of Brinon-sur-Beuvron. The back the card is simply the words: "Your hen cluck cluck that still Codette. The postmark of San Révérien, although offset in part, hints at a recent date: the 11 or March 7, 2007, just before the murder.
- I told you that Carole was not in Neuilly-sur-Seine, Neuilly but in another, but I did not think it would be so close to us ... and especially Fumerol.
- You did a good job, Mr. Journalist.
- All credit goes to miss Debeers.
- And where are our police? concerned about the mayor.
- On Mission in Neuilly, they went to challenge the chick.
Carole Nemo does not understand the case against him. She has agreed to follow the gendarmes Decize. She acknowledged having sent a few cards humorous Agnan Fumerol, it completely ignores the deaths. It was a game between them, nothing more. Not the slightest physical contact, of course. He, too, he was sending funny cards, besides she has two more in his bag, like "the best contraceptive method, put the pill between your knees and tighten miss strong" ... The ribaldry without consequence ... When
in the courtyard of the police, the CWO has set a target and he hands her a tube of polyester (substitute blowgun) asking him to send a dart at the center of the target, Carole Nemo further questions: is it a nightmare, a joke, an induction into the club of merry men of the brigade or a punishment? The large audience impressed. She refuses to run. When Constable Lecogneur approach his formidable hairy paw of her nostrils, she changes her mind, took his breath, the feeder tube, empty his cheeks and the dart passes three feet above the target, through the garden and adjoining sheet in the right buttock of the gardener (busy carving a Dogwood) screaming in pain:
- Janine, a hornet stung me!
- Do you, Roger, for this season!
The second test is more convincing: the arrow bounces against the wall and burst a tire on the bike stored near the target. The third and final attempt, he did not take place, the suspect was out of breath. Jean-Pierre
Mourlon and Joel Lenoir, who placed last among the official observers, are folded in half. Jean Jersey tries to capture the event, but its digital camera is not fast enough and the dart is unclear, as the target, as the shooter, as Background ...
For good measure, investigators submitting Nicole Del Rio, Assistant Salusse doctor, the same test. It fails to catch the dart in the tube when the first shot. The mayor, the deputy culture, the Commissioner and Constable Champagnole Cocagne struggling to loosen the gear, they suck and blow, which at one end of the tube, which at the time. Suddenly the dart is released and will step into the throat of the Commissioner CHAMPAGNOLE. It should be noted that thanks to the ultra-fast response and efficient medical student that ace of the Scientific Police still alive, however it will be deprived of a language and two inches of gum, which should not hamper too much in his future exploits.
"It's not for tomorrow's championship blowgun that I wanted to organize, think the director of the Socio-Cultural Centre. Too bad, we fall back on the launch of slippers or spit plum pits ... "Jean-Pierre
Mourlon turns to Chief Warrant Officer Caillac and winks:
- What a great idea you had to organize this year! Me, it makes me think of someone who has kief pipes and opium, it would be much more convenient than your gutter pipes ...
He turns. Behind him, JOEL LENOIR HAS ECLIPSE.
Chapter 28: Fumerol sown to the winds.
Mourlon Jean-Pierre returns home fire Agnan Fumerol. He would have wanted to start again on the banks of the Mediterranean. But he pledged to sort all the papers of his friend and he is very far from finishing the job ...
Opening the outer door, he sensed some unexpected disturbance. It stirs the other hand, in the garden. He heard loud voices, like a chant. The journalist runs on tiptoe the long corridor and gently pushes the garage door ... The surprise him breathless ...
- Hey ... But what are you doing, guys?
... In the garden, the two brothers wander Miquet humming, dressed in burlap bags, hair full of dust and cobwebs. They hit each other with a sort of chain ...
- You have become crazy! Stop your shit, guys ...
Raymond Miquet stares at the intruder with a disgusted look and retorted:
- we cover the ashes of repentance and clothes. Fasting and mourn our sins. Our God is love enough to forgive our sins.
- But still ... What does that mean?
- This is the prophet who wrote it.
- Which prophet? Mohammed?
- No, ignoramus! The prophet Joel! My brother, we are now on Ash Wednesday and we repent of our past sins. You should follow our example, for hell awaits you ...
Brothers Miquet, eaters priest from their communion, converted after hearing a preacher on Vatican Radio (connected by mistake on their old transistor while sought retransmission of a hockey game). Like all neophytes, they push the zeal to a climax.
- And the ashes you have on the skull, where then do they come? This would not by chance ...?
Yes, both Miquet, blinded by their desire for penance, opened the urn and they dispersed the last remnants of Agnan Fumerol! It is Andrew who Miquet concludes their macabre ceremony:
- At least, the ashes of Agnan used to something. We will smoke his garden ...
Maybe the end ...
Pierre Volut Sunday August 20, 2006, 9 h 22.
- Come on, just five euros is a gift!
- socks for winter, five pairs for ten euros. Tell me that it is given! And for you ladies, five stickers for the same price with a string free if you take two lots.
Friday morning. Jean-Pierre and Philippe Mourlon Tamburini wander through the market Decize. The fog has just risen and a pale sun illuminates the Halles. Both men remained in town after the funeral of their friend. Mourlon was responsible for the inventory of books and papers of the scholar and the family, scattered on almost every continent, trusted him after reading a letter which had Agnan Fumerol appointed as executor "if where ... "The" case "unfortunately happened last Monday at 16 am 54 or 55, on stage at the Festival Hall of Decize. Jean-Pierre
Mourlon was therefore installed in the remains of the scholar. The neighbor lady Trottemenu Prudence must warm him twice a day with meals catered by the district. Browse, sort, classify, index of thousands of books, notes and folders: it will certainly be until June. Besides two trunks stuffed with postcards and letters that he will also read ... The task is immense. However, Mourlon accepted without hesitation. It al'intime conviction that in this pile of papers is the index. Yes, the clue that will lead sooner or later the murderer of Agnan Fumerol. And the police have neither the time nor the means to discover if only the shadow of the trace of the look ... the index. As for Philippe
Tamburini, he decided to spend another week in the Nivernais, to visit the verdant countryside and friendly towns. This is only the third time he sets foot in a territory of the "Great Northern" he hateful memories of his military service at a training Commercy and that the direction of his bank imposed in Rillieux- la-Pape, a suburb of Lyon, usually when he goes on vacation, it does not exceed Valencia, for fear of finding a climate too harsh and being lost in the midst of hostile populations. But the "green country to Whitewater" was conquered. He plans a trip to Mount Beuvray and Chateau-Chinon, in spite of ice, and a tour of the cellars of Pouilly-sur-Loire.
Yesterday evening the two men reported Nevers, with solemnity and emotion, the urn containing the ashes of Agnan Fumerol, which must be sealed in the wall of his garden.
"Dance a jig Auvergne! Dance a jig
mountains! Dance a jig
Auvergne! Dance a jig
Alumni!
Fouchtri! Fouchtra!
Dance a jig! "The speaker
a Tapes and C.-D. booth is just up to their ears and play songs that come from a hit parade of homes. Philippe Tamburini, accustomed paghjella and Corsican polyphony, clogging the left ear of the index, his right ear is naturally dull after onanists practices of his childhood.
- And you, what do you think of this murder? In my humble opinion, Agnan started into trouble ...
- How? Into trouble ... What are you talking about, Philou?
- Ah yes, I hesitated to tell you. And especially not a word to the cops. But it is because of the van to Dede ...
- Dede? Which?
- Dede Parlaveloci.
- Dede Parlaveloci?
- Yes, Dede Parlaveloci u Nostru Dede, Dede Parlaveloci chi canta a ... rossignolu cume.
- Yes, I see. Parlaveloci. What relationship with Agnan?
- Do you remember the Christmas Eve, he wonders. He gave the reply to Charley.
- And tell me then, because then I'm not at all j'te.
- Eh bé, Dede has purchased a van nine last summer. A Peugeot Partner diesel, I think. No, a Boxer, ah, those English names, j'm'y me lose it ...
that ... - And then?
- No, I can not tell you that here in the street. Agnan made me promise secrecy.
- Agnan But is not there and maybe your story will make us understand why it is ...
- Not a word. It is a matter which must remain secret. In the old days, people said: do not even trust your shirt. A da ti fida mancu to camisgiotu.
Chapter 22: An affair of state.
- Head, a communication for you. Paris. The commissioner Champignac ...
- You mean CHAMPAGNOLE. Swing on my post. I take. The
gendarmette DeBeers beautiful this morning. The new uniform mold her curves nicely. Chief Warrant Officer Caillac is all excited.
- Hello, here Caillac, police Decize.
- Oh, hello dear colleague. I want to break the news before the official proceedings. We will return to Decize ... Yes, the case Fumerol ... You know we were negotiating with him to develop a method of coding. A major contract for the service. But fate would have it ... And yet you do nothing?
- If we have two tracks, but I think I am not authorized ...
- Inquiry rightfully ours. The minister contacted last night the prosecutor Nevers. A team of the National Police who will conduct the investigation now. You send us your clues ...
- Oh, I doubt that the Force dropped in so good way ... We also have support, the colonel was a cousin of MMA!
- You will inherit the property that Fumerol. Anyway, I arrive tomorrow with my team. To seal our future collaboration, I invite you to The Nibbles, you know, this little greasy spoon where we tasted the fried Loire last summer ... Oh, by the way, I will not with me early Carole. She who has a crush on Fumerol, from what I understand. I preferred to stay away and then I did not need to tell him the news, she was thrown from a horse, she has his wrist in a cast, she spent weeks in rehabilitation at Neuilly ...
Caillac is furious. This Champagnole pretentious, with its Scientific Police and all its trimmings! After all, he is doing! Because the investigation is far from clear and the two tracks that CWO has proudly announced that exist in his imagination. No way to draw the nose of the novelist. And the cake is this farce ...
pompom - Chief Plenty is calling! He is struggling at the Centre Socio-Cul ...
- Spend it quickly! Ah, that one, he will still win the jackpot! Yes ... It CWO Caillac, of course ... This is not the Pope ... What happens to you, my boy? Hostage ... ... You do not care for my ... Attached to the radiator ... Who? ... The director and his girlfriend? Hold on, I'm coming.
Five minutes later, two policemen and Caillac discover the disaster. Socio-Cultural Centre is devastated, as if a hurricane had passed through the neighborhood. The doors are dégondées, boards piled in the hallways, windows no longer a single tile intact, several tables were broken, documents, leaflets, cartons are strewn on the floor. Two secretaries sobbing in a corner. Director Michel Guyard is scarlet and flickers:
- It's Pe-Pe-Peltard. It is now de-fffou. He claims zinzin-zindemnités. Her troupe has not been played-play ... It is there-there-up there ...
Caillac drew his Manurhin and progressing cautiously up the stairs. " This is not the time to commit a blunder, "he said. Especially do not give Champagnole another reason to triumph. In contrast, a rapid arrest of the gunman and a hostage release, this may be the opportunity to spend a lieutenant in the year. "
the first floor, not a hurricane but a cyclone. The plasterboard walls are shattered, computers are parts of the copier escape flattened hundreds of blank sheets. Cries of rhino in heat can be heard on the side of the toilet "Provided it does not damage the little too! "
The first obstacle that hinders the progress of the policeman is the actress Marisa Albertos, the favorite of the director. Since the landing, she sends Caillac on a whole bunch of bottles of Heineken (the reserve's personal manager), and Orangina Ice-Tea (the drink of ordinary employees). CWO, despite some injuries to his right eyelid and abdomen, manages to take head on the fury who let fly a violent kick in the shins, snatched his revolver and viciously claw at chin . That's when Caillac comes to "phase 2". He was twice champion of karate Tarn-et-Garonne in his youth. An energetic atemi under the glottis and the actress collapsed. Seizing by his ponytail, Caillac the drags on the stairs, leaving the passage. And what does he see the end of the ponytail? He sees, he sees, he sees ... a pompom.
"Lenoir was right. How he guessed, the guy? "This is indeed the pompom pompom missing the stage curtain. A bobble wool green braided over half its length and flare around a button tin that holds within it the letters VD, City ... Decize
Moving forward, Chief Warrant Officer through the corridor. A quick shoulder in the door of the toilet and he finds himself face to face with Robert Peltard unleashed. Behind the director, sitting on the seat, tied up by an electric cable, Constable Cocagne yells
- Bravo, Chef! No gift especially! He slaps me ... flanked
Caillac did not need encouragement. In a masterful jack-Yo Koshio he returned Peltard, passes it behind the toilet, knocks on the tank flushing. He frees his deputy and sighs
- Well, my little, we can not say, you're the king well, you! On the throne!
- No, I swear it's not me ...
- is not you who stole the cake?
- The pompom agree, but not Fumerol.
- Come on, give him another signal ...
Caillac turns to the policeman who Lecogneur, his hairy paw, flanked by a resounding wallop to Marisa. The actress is most proud now, faced with these two brutes ...
- No! I tell qu'c'est not me!
- Explain to us how you stole the cake.
- Roro I told I was going to pee and I went backstage ...
- You tell tall tales. The toilets of the village hall are at the other end ... And behind the scenes, you took a blowpipe and thump, a small dart on Fumerol ...
- I do not know of what you mean. I just cut the cake with my scissors.
- Ah, you had some scissors ...
- was an accessory part. In my role, the mother brought scissors to kill the marquis.
- You see that you wanted to kill!
- But it was in the room, read the text if you want ... Ouch!
A new cap comes the call to order.
- And when thou hast cut this pompom?
- I dunno, I have not a watch when I'm in costume ... Wait, it was when the Marquis, Agnan Fumerol, shouting "out rascals out louts out pedants, outdoors, outside ..."
An hour interrogation enough, the judge will do the rest, if necessary. Or Marisa is naive, or it was reckless. Why make a scandal at the Social Center, where she is guilty?
Chapter 23: Back in Corsica.
- Jean-Pierre O, are you listening?
- Sure ... I've waited long enough ... your secret
- So here it happened last August 8. In addition to his talents singer, Dede is an electrician, as you know, and Agnan had entrusted the work when he began to rebuild his villa of Mariana-Plage. That day, Dede had come for a first estimate, it was agreed that it was a picnic with us in the garden. He could not, it was the fourth drink and went off the Agnan lonzu and coppa. Deli top quality home in Vescovato Orsini, y'know Orsoni, great dry? Yes, the bowler ... So that we Dede phone. He could not come, there were problems with the CRS was believed that his papers were not in order, but it was something else ...
- Drrring, dring! "Wait
Philou, I reckon qu'c'est my phone ... Hello, yes ... No, not Albert. You're mistaken, ma'am ... But no, there is no Albert here ...
Jean-Pierre Mourlon shrugs.
- It's still that old witch ... I dunno why she persecutes me like that ... And so far! And on my new laptop!
- Jean-Pierre O, are you listening?
- Yes, Albert has been arrested by riot police ...
- No Albert, Dede! Back on Earth, Jean-Pierre!
- Come for Dede. So what they wanted him, CRS?
- Nothing. And that's it is most bizarre. The morning about half past seven, Dede had charged oxygen tanks on the port of Bastia, and since then the police followed him everywhere and routinely monitored. At each roundabout. Since Furiani, the two motorcyclists sped permanently. He had managed to call from the toilets of a garage.
- Is that all? A trivial mistake ... Unless the friend of Dede has dealings with the Nationalists ...
- perhaps his son or his redneck Ceccu, but not him. Wait, it's worth following. In the afternoon, we were out fishing on the small boat of my sister Santa. Now the phone rings off ... About I think that yours is ringing again ... You should unplug it ... if you want to hear the whole story ...
- Yes, hello ma'am! Want to talk to ... ... But Jerome Jerome is not here! Not more than that of Albert Jerome ... No, ma'am ... I tell you my name is not Jerome ... It is certainly a mistake ... bye, madam!
Jean-Pierre Mourlon exasperated violently throws her mobile phone against a table. The machine is dismantled. Tamburini Philip continues:
- Then Dede reminded us. He was anxious. He first apologized for missing our appointment, but he had an urgent project in Corte ... and still the cops on their tail. You know there is virtually no parking at Corte, he parked his van in front of the marquee of the Grand National Circus, the annual Days of independence movements, and he launched into a discussion with his client that the waiting in the corner. You know Dede, when he talks, it delivers and it can take ... Suddenly, two mobile police squads surrounded the van, and immediately the vehicle exploded. A horror, smoke, debris, metal everywhere, blood, screaming. Him he had been spared because his client had brought in a kind of vault to examine the location of the cables to install. You have read well the case of Corte in newspapers, right?
- At this time I was in hosto. You know that I had been hit by a motorbike in Paris. I even think I was still fried on ...
- Ah yes, I forgot. And do not worry Agnan has never talked about this attack?
- Vaguely. But he never mixed in this case ... Dede
- No wonder! He was himself on the investigation. He would have done better to stay outside ...
- I can not grasp what was threatening Agnan ...
- Okay I'll summarize. Dede's truck had blown up, killing two policemen, three separatists and a passer. The poor Dede was stashed in the basement of his client and he had one wish is to disappear, incognito. Three days later, Dede has reappeared. He had managed to negotiate a parolee with the prosecutor, he was not really suspect but a witness. The vehicle that exploded was not his, but a double. The license plate was found in the wreckage 2B LG 1366 when his van had the LG 1266 plate 2B, he could prove it with the gray card. What had happened? Dede understood nothing. What annoyed the most is that he could not buy another van or be reimbursed for damage by the insurance, because the destroyed vehicle was not hers. He had not left the wheel of his pickup truck, except when he stopped at a gas station to call Agnan. The substitution had to be done at that time. But I do not understand the game of cops in this story ...
- Agnan So, the brave knight without fear, who looked to disentangle ...
- All right, my friend. But he put the finger in a ... was found Dede's truck at the beginning of September, just before your arrival in Corsica. She was in bits at the bottom of a ravine, with its original plate. So Dede was able to play insurance and buy a van and nine, a Renault this time. You saw him in December, when he finished installing the villa. And Agnan was more discreet ... I'm afraid ...
- Drrring! Drring!
- This time it's mine that sounds ... Oh, it's Annunciation, my daughter ... You okay? ... The granny is ill? ... Is it serious? ... Not too ... it reassures me ... Where? ... A hospital? ... From Bastia? ... No ... At Marseille! ... A Timone ... Well I'll see her in return ... You say it urgent? ... she will not end the week ... Well, in this case, I'm off to the station ... ... That's Salute a tutti ... My poor Jean-Pierre, I'll have to go ...
- You have not finished! Agnan? What danger?
- I think I've said too much already ...
- But you leave me in a fog.
- In short, you know Armata Corsa?
- I've heard on TV or radio ...
- Dede's van, that he was driving, which was not hers, which had replaced his, is the port that it has past, not the service station, Dede had confused, Armata Corsa's van was packed with explosives that were to destroy the capital of the nationalists. It is a dissident branch of the FLNC who had mounted the coup. A snitch alerted the police. That's why Dede was spun. The police should not intervene, you know ... And Corte a parking space had been prepared by a team, the only free space in the area and, coincidentally, along the tent.
- The role of the cops was to protect or prevent it?
- I do not know. In Corsica, Things are happening so strange. One day the cops stop you, they'll release the next day, two days later they still look for you. You see they took Colonna for three years and nobody really wants to try him. War policies, with the complicity of politicians believed, and those of Paris over the market, c'è pulitichella as they say ...
- Agnan And, what did he discover? And how?
- Agnan launched an e-classifieds of the newspaper Corse-Matin: "Individual Peugeot van sells new, price by arrangement. Contact newspaper ad No. 463865. Two days later he had the answer: "Nine Buyer van Peugeot seller No. 463 865, RV Fangu near Turtles, Friday, August 18, 15 hours. "Agnan goes to Fangu Bastia person. He suddenly understands that this is the Fangu Galeria. It returns an ad, because I have to abridge rush to the station.
- Wait a minute ... And the police found nothing?
- They had better things to do. We had up to eight ministers visiting every week ... The cops were mobilized by the motorcades, ticketing and tracking down arsonists ... They did not care vans for sale. Well I must leave you ... It's the same one which can slam a moment to another ...
- You will not leave me all about it before.
- Let me rephrase. You probably know Fangu Park near Galeria. You can see turtles and all kinds of moorhens and egrets along the River. They call it the delta. Gus has a corner of a flotilla of canoes because they must pass into the river to discover the critters. Agnan then went there, it was I who took him there, his Titin was still down at Decize. I waited all afternoon near the guy who rents boats. He returned pale. He had seen turtles, as of course. He also met with a Don-Pierre Buggierdo, a big arm FLNC, for I do not know what trend. Agnan me do not say more, but I understood ...
- that it had received a warning ...
- That's it, you understand quickly. Me, natios I myself rubbing. Agnan did not spoken ... So, my friend, it's time I go to the station. Because grandma, she wait for me ... not
- Oh, I doubt you find a train to Marseille. I heard earlier on France-Info that SNCF will go on strike tonight.
- In this case I fly!
- You want to your granny, Philip?
- This is not my grandma is my stepmother. And you would never imagine that it has made us see .... A real dragon! Now she goes on her 97 years, it is harmless ...
- There's a legacy to touch?
- Talk about three hectares of bush in an inaccessible side of San Petronio, twelve pigs scattered under the chestnut trees and a shed in ruins! And we twenty-eight beneficiaries, because here we have never done ...
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Chapter 24: "Take watch out! "
" Already one month qu'Agnan left us ... I do not advance in my research. The cops either, I feel reassured.
Yesterday evening, the Commissioner Champagnole came equipped with a commission in due form. He boarded the hard disk of the computer Agnan and a box of binders. Confidential defense, he said. From what I read in one of these files, there are notes on writers of the seventeenth century Nivernais. I do not see the connection with the defense. Oh yes, among the records, there was one on Vauban. Like what, our glorious army is ahead! All
time, Champagnole returned. Furibard, the man ... That does not make the text that was confiscated are cleared, ink binders disappeared. Fumerol have applied to his own writing his famous désécriture! Incredible ... I wonder how he did that ... In his lifetime, or beyond, since it spoke only of occultism ...
If all books have suffered the same application, I will soon have nothing to sort. Yet I have made interesting discoveries in the postcards. The first box was fairly well placed in chronological order, but contains a letter that goes back to the 60s and 70s is a bit far to find clues. In the second box, it was rather a mess, but three metal boxes. A box devoted to claims, without interest, a conflict with the EDF for a misplaced invoices, another store with the goal of Nevers for a TV down, letters from the Tourist Office about a Schiltigheim Article on beer from Alsace where Fumerol had forgotten to mention the Kronenbourg, the recriminations of readers or collaborators for everything and anything.
mail box of the heart is more interesting but be careful! You're entering the private sphere. I just extracted two recent letters to a lover on the side numb resident of Dunkirk and a card signed "your beloved hen," a bull fight in the middle of an arena, across a quote from Carmen
"Love is a gypsy child
Who never knew Bill
If you do not love me I love you And if you love
beware. "A card mailed
Bize-and-Bizous (Hautes-Pyrenees, near Lannemezan incredulous readers can get there ...) the July 27.
The last box is the "hate mail". There are certainly some information to glean. It's crazy what could have Fumerol as enemies. Authors piss vinegar for most of the hacks he had been wrong - or deserves - to go down in flames, jealous of racketeers, the mediocre, false tokens, rogues, and acrimonious, the ridiculous
... I traveled a few pages of these streams of profanity. Who could pass to the act of invective? Probably none of the protesters. One wonders if hate is not meant to be effused into the stutter. Those who do keep quiet, it's in their interest.
Yet among the latest maps of insults, I found the "chick adored." A card mailed from Bourg-la-Reine January 13, 2007. A caricature cock, perched on a pile of manure, excessive peak, with a tiny penis fucked, mouth wide open and he leaves in a bubble of a comic ridiculous "Coco-Rocco." The caption says: "We should assume nothing! "On the other hand, these words:" Not true, Agnan? "I deduced that the" chick adored "had an affair disappointing with Agnan. Whether it is sincere ...
Tamburini Philip sent me a map of Corsica. Or a map of hate, nor a declaration of love, of course ... the same has passed the weapon to the left. In addition to acres of bush, pigs and ruined hovel, she kept a treasure stashed under the floor of his room. Louis gold you want in here and bundles of old banknotes. Tickets 500 and 1000 years old CHF 50 for the most part, worthless currency and unchangeable at the Bank of France, they may have value for collectors. By cons, louis d'or interest the 28 beneficiaries. Philippe, a former bank employee, pursuant to its powers, is responsible for negotiating the sale of what is salable and sharing the rest. He complains of being guarded day and night, his cousin came down Ceccaldi Penta di Casinca with its 22 long-rifle and he is holding a gun throughout the operations; Caesar Tamburini, a grandnephew, a security guard in a center commerce, "the pockets of his parka stuffed with explosives threatens to turn if not a greater share than his half-brother Pompey. In short, the legacy is not the cake, as concluded Philip A'a fica chi ghjimba tuttu u Mondu s'arrimba, the fig tree that leans across the world relies. "
Chapter 25: Espionage, Terrorism and company.
- So your inquiry, it early? Tavel
Andre came to visit Champagnole commissioner who, for a city hall office, coordinates the research.
- Case of State, Mr. Mayor. I can not tell you anything, but it is the right way. In one week later, our killer is behind bars.
- Your killer? You also think it's a woman ... The bobble probably ... My wife pointed out that the actress looked like a conspiracy.
- This is not the actress. She and her accomplice, they dump with little more than a sentence of one year or two or community service for false imprisonment of an agent of the police force, threats and destruction of public property. If the judge has lifted the right foot, it will be a big fine. No, this killer is a Mata Hari, a high-flying spy.
- Spy? Oh, I am: our Agnan Fumerol, with all its inventions and its culture, he had to raise envy. It would have still not kill him please its copyright? Me, I think losing him as a scholar is a disaster for Decize. Last night I reread his Guide Decizois still unknown and deserve to have more notoriety. Magistral! He even devoted two pages and what he wrote is so true ...
- one that killed him was not interested in Decize. She sought to know the secrets that can disrupt global diplomacy. I recommend the utmost discretion, as several foreign agencies are on the teeth. You do not want your town gets the headlines Chained Duck!
- Oh, no no. We already had the removal of Joel Lenoir and the violent death of a scientist ... Ah, but I think my secretary makes a fax ... Thanks Isabelle. Oh, it's not for me ... ... For the Commissioner
"Commissioner Angelo Santucci
SRPJ
Bastia Haute-Corse April 30, 2007, A
the Commissioner Champagnole
City Council Decize Nièvre.
Dear Colleague
Yesterday morning, our men arrested two dangerous criminals, Peter Grant and Tony Buggierdo Frimbolacci. They were surprised by a patrol when they robbed a warehouse of fruits and vegetables, their vehicle was full of kiwis and lemons, and they did not oppose the least resistance, relying their lawyers to recover quickly freedom. But we have assembled a set of assumptions regarding these two individuals in connection with several crimes: extortion (racketeering) to their advantage in several area retailers, false invoices in a matter of selling building materials, attempts assassination of local officials and - that should get your attention - death threats against a citizen of Dezise, who owns a residence in Corsica, Mr. Agnan Fumerol. Both individuals were arrested in connection with nationalist circles hardest, as we have confirmed our informants.
This arrest stimulus investigating a bombing this summer in Corte, which was involved in some Parlaveloci Andre, an electrician by trade, and a close friend of Agnan Fumerol. We now gather all information related to Agnan Fumerol and I will share the folder as soon as possible. Get
, colleague, etc. ... "
Commissioner Champagnole silently read the letter. It can not suppress a remark aloud
- All that it does not help my investigation. I believe we will disperse.
- You say? the mayor asked, curious, eager.
- Yes, after all I can tell you what I think. People cons of espionage since I am informed Monday that Fumerol was killed by an undercover agent, a woman who works for us and has officially been bribed by a foreign service. All this for an encoding method invented by Fumerol.
- Ah, I am Olga Code-Olby. I read the novel ...
Lenoir - No, you Lenoir led by boat. It is a code that allows Zero-Zero désécrire of a text.
- Désécrire? You mean delete? As with an eraser ...
- Right. Fumerol was willing to sell us his technique. I had met here at the police barracks and later at Vincennes. And then I was told his mysterious death. And colleagues from the DGSE think there was a mole among us. It remains to get her out of her molehill and loop ... and twist! This type of Bastia is invent a dark history of Corsican nationalists and racketeering! One would think that your Fumerol had the art of making enemies ...
- Besides Joel Lenoir, and his actress Peltard bobble ...
- asked Commissioner Champagnole in the hall, the door ajar announcement by the puffy face of the keeper.
- I go ... It
CWO Caillac which to communicate urgent information to the commissioner. Bad news: the actress Marisa Albertos was hanged in his prison cell of Nevers, with a bead curtain, she had stolen into the parlor.
- A new fax, Mr. Commissioner.
Champagnole traverses the sheet extends his secretary. His face betrayed no reaction ...
Chapter 26: Joel Lenoir reinforcement.
This is serious. In the office of the mayor, a crisis is met. Slouched in an armchair Voltaire, Joel Lenoir smokes his pipe quietly, despite the ban represented by a panel just above him. Around the table, the mine dark, keen eye, are installed from left to right: Mayor Andrew Tavel, director of Centre Socio-Culturel Michel Guyard, journalist Jean-Pierre Mourlon, his colleague from the Jersey Journal du Centre Jean , Chief Warrant Officer Caillac gendarmette flanked by his favorite, the Commissioner Champagnole, the town clerk, the constable and the deputy mayor in charge of culture. His voice tenorino, Lenoir opened the debate:
- Working methodically, gentlemen - and ladies. Each and every one of you will tell aloud what he or she knows about the murder of Fumerol. Remember that it is in the common interest and that any retention of an element, no matter how small it would be a hindrance.
An hour and three quarters later, ten people know as much as the average reader arrived at the beginning of this chapter. Lenoir took the floor again after blowing a few curls toward the ceiling:
- Well, we must now filter all this information. Let the facts, just facts.
1 killer - or the killer because I am convinced that it was a woman - came in the village hall, not by the door leading backstage on the boulevard, he would have left traces of mud, as you so aptly demonstrated, adjutant ... leader, with thongs of our computer. He went through the front door and, if he had a little water or mud underfoot, he wiped on the mat like everyone else, or he has scattered across the mud room.
2 ° The killer - or the killer - could not enter during the rehearsal. It was there before. Note that this afternoon of March 13, the village hall was open for 13 h 30, that two ladies were busy sweeping, cleaning chairs and the bar, and that repetition did not start until 3:30 p.m.. I checked each schedule. The killer snuck when the maids were at the bar or toilet, what do I know?
3 ° The killer - or the killer, I want to detail, yes, yes! - Hid in the wings. How did he, did she not to be seen or seen-uh by actors who regularly changed between sketches? He must have perfect knowledge of the area. So I discard a priori any foreign actor or parachuted to commit murder. You'll find that this detail is very important. 4 °
Our assassin - or murdered - has extensive medical knowledge. This was noticed by the coroners and Dr. Salusse. He or she could get of succinylcholine, a derivative of curare used in hospitals and the fatal overdose to make, using a mini-syringe, to adapt this craft into a blowgun and blow strong enough. In my opinion, there were not six feet, but four, four and a half I've been measuring this morning. 5 °
arrives the episode of the tassel. The night of the murder, I breezed past the Hall holidays, after your departure and evacuation of the corpse. I had been warned of murder by Jeremy Duchemin. I spotted the absence of the tassel. My wife pointed out that some small decoration of public buildings, such as the tassel, fringe curtain, the planters, etc. ... sometimes find themselves in the interiors of private luxury homes. It became a sport for the ladies of high society to recover these ornaments and to incorporate them in their decorations. Do not say no, Mr. Mayor, I saw you two old buttons at the gates of the post ... The tassel has brought you Albertos the actress. It is unfortunately deceased. But his suicide is not an admission ...
6 ° exit and escape from the killer - the killer - fewer questions. Taking advantage of the uproar that greeted the performance Agnan Fumerol, it was easy to exit through the door leading directly onto the boulevard and disappearing into his car, or a car driven by an accomplice.
7 ° The problem is the use of the blowpipe. A relatively rare among us, more common among Papuans and the Guarani of Brazil. It would bring the suspects and make them pass a test. But above all, who are the suspects? What are their grounds? I hear you, ladies and gentlemen!
Everyone looks at his neighbor, his neighbor, then the ceiling where smoke coughed up by Lenoir drew a halo of pale pink, then the windows behind which a rainstorm drowned the place Guy-Coquille. The mayor gave his opinion first:
- In my opinion, is the actress committed suicide. We will however make it difficult to breathe into a blowpipe. The director may be able to ... testify
- Wrong, my dear, is a spy infiltrated our police to derail the acquisition of the Code Zero-Zero, all the information I provided consistent, comes Champagnolle compelling. I wonder if she is not in the police ...
At these words, gendarmette stands crimson and protests his honor. His supervisor comes to the rescue:
- It would not rather in the Scientific Police? You have spoken well of some Carole who was paying serious attention to Fumerol? And it's weird that it does not participate in the survey.
- I told you she had a broken wrist and is undergoing rehabilitation at Neuilly.
- Sur Seine? Mourlon naively asked. Because of Neuilly, there has hordes in France.
- Sur Seine?
- Yeah, what, the Municipality of Sarko. Your Carole, she has medical knowledge, is not it? To work in your lab is the minimum.
- She studied biology.
- And it would not have signed a few love letters "adored your chick? I found a few copies in the mail ... Fumerol
- In this case, the deputy mayor intervenes, it remains only to stop it. But where is she? Do you have an idea, Mr. Commissioner?
- in Neuilly, I told you.
- Sur Seine?
- You will not start. We'll check.
The policeman who had not yet acted, raises another possibility:
- And the Corsicans in there? Z'auraient-y not send a commando to kill kamichoses Agnan?
Commissioner Champagnole smiled.
- I do not believe in this track, also my colleague sent me Santucci earlier fax. The investigation was closed there. The warden gave the order to abandon proceedings against any Frimbolacci and release. This is a guy who works for Senator Gelatt, and Senator weighs big electoral weight. With elections in a month and a half, you know ...
- Me, I suspect another, suggests the director of the Socio-Cultural Centre. The doctor's assistant Salusse was very present with him when he was pronounced dead Fumerol. Lesemeur you remember?
- Yes, absolutely.
- And she has done absolutely nothing, if not check the curtains and close the door to the wings on the boulevard.
- You're right, Michael. And then?
- It has the medical knowledge, it is internal to the University of Clermont with my niece.
- And she knows to exhale as a blowgun? Mayor asks ironically.
Investigators are separating. Appointment is made for the next day, same time, same place. Order is given to the two journalists did not divulge any indiscretion. The Journal of the Centre will only a paragraph in the local page, where it will be very measured in terms stated that "the police, the gendarmerie and the mayor work hand in hand and everything will be implemented soon to unmask the culprit this cowardly assassination orphan who leaves the city one of its best citizens. "In the long gray limousine driver as his butler, Joel Lenoir returns to his mansion, he hums a tune of java ...
Chapter 27: pullet and jib.
CWO Caillac is not satisfied with the investigation which is dispersed, which escapes and trampling. "How? Leave a vulgar crime writer giving us a lesson! This Champagnole doubts nothing with his spy. And the other, the director of the Centre Social, instead of repairing the premises, he dares to accuse the doctor's assistant. This Nicole Del Rio, brilliant student who makes so many services at the hospital, I do not see how it could be involved in the murder. It has an indisputable alibi. At 16 h 45, she accompanied the doctor on his rounds, the agenda of the medical secretary is accurate, I did check with the sick by Constable Lecogneur, no mistake, this one is meticulous. Even alibi for the doctor, they were together, they also do not leave, but that's another matter. And now that the back Guyard. I know he can not Piffer the doctor. Same for the mayor. It's all here ... and company policy as in Corsica. What we need is to find the kitty, in Neuilly. I'm going to see Mourlon. Me not seem to have both feet in the same shoe, this one. He found clues in the mail of Fumerol. Between us, we'll toast this prétentiard Champagnole ... and its scientific methods. "
At night, arrived in Caillac Fumerol room, where Jean-Pierre Mourlon Navarro was busy watching the TV slimline scholar of the deceased. The journalist can not suppress a disapproving frown, but when the door opens again to allow the passage of the charming and debonair Debeers Marina Cocagne, he changed countenance:
- You just make a card game? Wait, I'll look for a pack of cards and Jenlain. I hope you like it ...
- Well, not too much humor ... it's bad for reflection.
Caillac briefly explains his expectations. The four henchmen share the contents of mailboxes and everyone getting down to the methodical search.
Time passes, the cans are emptied. The dawn point behind the curtains, garbage collectors go on the street, the gossips morning open their shutters and begin the exchange standard: "Y is not hot c'matin, EVEN Lesgourde. - Do you Loulou ar'gardé the baromèt'et one has to at least a week. - Oh no I'm gonna go shopping today, I'll take a stick of frozen and we still have two pieces of schnitzel of turkey in the fridge ... "Etc. .. etc ... etc ...
8 h 25 to the clock. CWO seems discouraged:
- Okay, I'll leave you. Duty calls me to post. Service, service, that's how we earn the ranks. Remember in the youngsters!
is the moment when the gendarmette exclaimed "Eureka! "She did not discover
buoyancy or even invented gunpowder. It is just between his knuckles and his manicured nails painted a postcard showing the village of Neuilly, in the canton of Brinon-sur-Beuvron. The back the card is simply the words: "Your hen cluck cluck that still Codette. The postmark of San Révérien, although offset in part, hints at a recent date: the 11 or March 7, 2007, just before the murder.
- I told you that Carole was not in Neuilly-sur-Seine, Neuilly but in another, but I did not think it would be so close to us ... and especially Fumerol.
- You did a good job, Mr. Journalist.
- All credit goes to miss Debeers.
- And where are our police? concerned about the mayor.
- On Mission in Neuilly, they went to challenge the chick.
Carole Nemo does not understand the case against him. She has agreed to follow the gendarmes Decize. She acknowledged having sent a few cards humorous Agnan Fumerol, it completely ignores the deaths. It was a game between them, nothing more. Not the slightest physical contact, of course. He, too, he was sending funny cards, besides she has two more in his bag, like "the best contraceptive method, put the pill between your knees and tighten miss strong" ... The ribaldry without consequence ... When
in the courtyard of the police, the CWO has set a target and he hands her a tube of polyester (substitute blowgun) asking him to send a dart at the center of the target, Carole Nemo further questions: is it a nightmare, a joke, an induction into the club of merry men of the brigade or a punishment? The large audience impressed. She refuses to run. When Constable Lecogneur approach his formidable hairy paw of her nostrils, she changes her mind, took his breath, the feeder tube, empty his cheeks and the dart passes three feet above the target, through the garden and adjoining sheet in the right buttock of the gardener (busy carving a Dogwood) screaming in pain:
- Janine, a hornet stung me!
- Do you, Roger, for this season!
The second test is more convincing: the arrow bounces against the wall and burst a tire on the bike stored near the target. The third and final attempt, he did not take place, the suspect was out of breath. Jean-Pierre
Mourlon and Joel Lenoir, who placed last among the official observers, are folded in half. Jean Jersey tries to capture the event, but its digital camera is not fast enough and the dart is unclear, as the target, as the shooter, as Background ...
For good measure, investigators submitting Nicole Del Rio, Assistant Salusse doctor, the same test. It fails to catch the dart in the tube when the first shot. The mayor, the deputy culture, the Commissioner and Constable Champagnole Cocagne struggling to loosen the gear, they suck and blow, which at one end of the tube, which at the time. Suddenly the dart is released and will step into the throat of the Commissioner CHAMPAGNOLE. It should be noted that thanks to the ultra-fast response and efficient medical student that ace of the Scientific Police still alive, however it will be deprived of a language and two inches of gum, which should not hamper too much in his future exploits.
"It's not for tomorrow's championship blowgun that I wanted to organize, think the director of the Socio-Cultural Centre. Too bad, we fall back on the launch of slippers or spit plum pits ... "Jean-Pierre
Mourlon turns to Chief Warrant Officer Caillac and winks:
- What a great idea you had to organize this year! Me, it makes me think of someone who has kief pipes and opium, it would be much more convenient than your gutter pipes ...
He turns. Behind him, JOEL LENOIR HAS ECLIPSE.
Chapter 28: Fumerol sown to the winds.
Mourlon Jean-Pierre returns home fire Agnan Fumerol. He would have wanted to start again on the banks of the Mediterranean. But he pledged to sort all the papers of his friend and he is very far from finishing the job ...
Opening the outer door, he sensed some unexpected disturbance. It stirs the other hand, in the garden. He heard loud voices, like a chant. The journalist runs on tiptoe the long corridor and gently pushes the garage door ... The surprise him breathless ...
- Hey ... But what are you doing, guys?
... In the garden, the two brothers wander Miquet humming, dressed in burlap bags, hair full of dust and cobwebs. They hit each other with a sort of chain ...
- You have become crazy! Stop your shit, guys ...
Raymond Miquet stares at the intruder with a disgusted look and retorted:
- we cover the ashes of repentance and clothes. Fasting and mourn our sins. Our God is love enough to forgive our sins.
- But still ... What does that mean?
- This is the prophet who wrote it.
- Which prophet? Mohammed?
- No, ignoramus! The prophet Joel! My brother, we are now on Ash Wednesday and we repent of our past sins. You should follow our example, for hell awaits you ...
Brothers Miquet, eaters priest from their communion, converted after hearing a preacher on Vatican Radio (connected by mistake on their old transistor while sought retransmission of a hockey game). Like all neophytes, they push the zeal to a climax.
- And the ashes you have on the skull, where then do they come? This would not by chance ...?
Yes, both Miquet, blinded by their desire for penance, opened the urn and they dispersed the last remnants of Agnan Fumerol! It is Andrew who Miquet concludes their macabre ceremony:
- At least, the ashes of Agnan used to something. We will smoke his garden ...
Maybe the end ...
Pierre Volut Sunday August 20, 2006, 9 h 22.
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