"Franck Kaska" chapter 6, Daniel Gindraux, 2003. Chapter 6 The next day he received his breakfast in bed, a little foggy Saturday in the middle of the thatched roofs expressing perfectly the atmosphere of mountain resorts, where the sun shines three hundred days a year and do seems to die at the discretion of the timer placed at the entrance of the central building.
At ten o'clock he wore his raincoat, came out clumsily and then climbed the hill to the Palace. From there, perched on the mound, he noticed the banality of the place, namely a small valley poured with rain and a small village resplendent money. He also allowed himself a coffee at the hotel bar, just enough to watch the look of the Third Kind strutting in places. In short, a large hall very clean, crumbling chairs and tables in dark wood, plus a few customers seated doing nothing, watching the rain and sometimes patiently, mink smart, snow of winter burning, scheduled this year for late November.
As the server seemed tough and blended perfectly with the landscape, Franck, paying, allowed himself a German doubtful. Ms.
Umea Kriten often descends into your facility?
I have no right to information concerning the customer of our house. Yet
man was soon to retire, but did not budge at least keep silent. Franck would perhaps pay extra, but the man left with no other.
He later escaped from the place and went on his way along the hillside. Plush cabins infested surroundings, pine trees, private access roads and soon the cottage belonging to the family block. A beautiful hut built in the middle of crystalline rocks, a specific style, rather broad, with two floors with balconies looking, according to their positions, up to this sunset is so dear to alpine tourism.
Apart from a small beige Corsa, no car was parked near the hotel. Certainly a misfortune, but will not say that Franck knew who he was going to do, so he allowed himself no other to enter the garden and rang the doorbell.
The man had certainly wait a few minutes, waiting for the complete cessation of the vacuum cleaner, the steps in the staircase of wood and thatch slammed the parlor door, get to see a lady, fifties, and perhaps bigoted the desire to finish a good time with this exasperating household. You
are the housekeeper of Mr. Block?
I am the housewife. You want? Franck
visible lack of experience on the interpretation of roles, including playing the family friend, lawyer or businessman. He knew this year was demanding for the moment simply by composing his own record, to know its truth.
I can get!
He proved this when presenting him the trespass of the Geneva police badge, a gift from his head before his departure for Switzerland.
For the little man does not have a choice also gave to the lady.
Here are the flats in the Block family. Sorry for the mess, I'm full household.
Frank entered the hall, opened the parlor door. A big room very tidy, wooden slats beige walls, dark brown wooden beams to ceiling, three antique wooden cabinets, sofas of all sizes, a granite stone fireplace and a large table prepared for banquets towards the right flank, in short relief signed gem for the first moron who lived all his life in apartments. Mr.
came here this summer?
No!
And ma'am?
She never came here! So you do
know?
No, I've never seen.
Kaska took the opportunity to experience the atmosphere of the place, played to an inspector at sensitive nose, the service profile. He walked into the kitchen, inspected the existing order, turned to the lady. A charming blonde complexion similar to the utopian Bavarian sacristies leg macerated with alcohol and tobacco, as fine as silk and linked by veins blue as a glass eye.
The rooms are upstairs?
Yes!
Downstairs there is a sauna?
Yes! With jacuzzi. Both
beings seeking the deepest of themselves, trying to uncover, identify the spark, fire slats, an ember knocking on the heartstrings and resulting in an evil and oppressive unintelligible.
The lady then took her to the basement. There, Frankie discovered a gym atmosphere, pleasant to live with at the bottom, a wooden bar strongly resembling an Irish pub and next, a large Jacuzzi pool as a fly, a sauna worse tale worthy of a Scandinavian . In short, a palace thinned order and logic, also respecting the nature of money in relation to its function in this society.
They pay all this gear and do not stay! Two weeks
by year, not more.
In winter?
Yes. This little bitch
proudly inspecting officer, his belly flat course made his anorexic alcoholic attractive. She saw his counterpart lapdog, the two figures were similar for the simple fact that their wanderings in life amounted to the same misunderstandings and even pitfalls, namely a set of forty years for factories. His blue eyes, yellowish trends, flirts with bitterness, nostalgia and revealed also a desire to want from perfect, escape once and for all, leave this anguish and discover this new exotic landscape without mosquitoes, no flies and no direct federal tax on the perceived source of income each.
At that time, most people do not understand the love as we feared earlier. When a woman and a man discovered in just a look or a spasm, this perspective did not mean anything other than a casting error, and both conformists stood out this ball to go where their world awaited them. But when the woman approached his own structure to Kaska, for two people, this theory collapsed and plunged like a shell red in the frozen waters of the Bering Strait, for man unveiled soon puberty and gently let himself be carried away by this plague of bachelor that was the temptation. A wild whim suddenly became enamored of him and the man took off his praise for bringing his hands, watching his eyes for one last time and move his heavy face of small, gently, quietly, enough to shiver, the ownership of an exquisite warmth, a feeling graceful, a shiver inside, hardly expressible.
Ten minutes later, the new couple as a fleeting furtive arthropod rocked sunny days in the heart of the Jacuzzi. The girl got discovered as Franck and played the tough guy. He also preserved a glimpse of the life of this young woman whose only concern was summed up in the care of a body constantly updated. This little beauty hits the jackpot early in his career and could therefore focus on the life of a pasha, living by imagining the best, submit to the pleasures of wealthy, offer overnight stays in all the palaces in the world, travel first class, robbing stores lux and attend this famous jet-set that everyone craving for more, the deal of the century for this small Greek head mounted in Paris filled with ambition.
The lady whispered in his ear that thirty-year career, she had never dared to take property of others while exercising his function. Just felt it dirty, that the Kaska round to push his penis where it deserved. Heated as this blonde, knowingly denied the pretext of a life cramped by the monotony and the minutes passed, the less she envisioned a return to standards and serenity, this right that someone stuck to her ungrateful face soon his sixteen, the day she came home learning.
Then she led him in the sauna, clung to his muscles, required for this intruder to its full sense, did not fear anything ineligible, as if that day became hers as a fairy, that morning , broke the single window of his studio and ordered him therefore afford to just anyone. A fantasy transmuted into a disturbing reality, a body youngster, sweat dripping over its entire anatomy, legs torn up their climaxes and especially of the lips perfectly smooth over members of his rights, because it would seem that the fifties shaved in the morning to immerse the lucky deep in his thoughts. In short, if Franck, at that moment imagined himself to see the worst, his enigma could wait, because despite her young age, he kept at his best not to disappoint anyone this body untouched by what was considered to time as the test of time.
Later, this charming hostess took his time by hand for a quick visit to the furniture. They climbed to the second, entered the bridal chamber prohibited, he had family photographs, the evening dresses and more, large bed invested by many cushions, each of them illustrate some memories of a trip or a friendship is fleeting. Intrusion at the heart of a deeply annoyed privacy Kaska for this modest little trinkets that were certainly the only real property that this family of billionaire preserved in lapdog. The only visible distinction in an immeasurable fortune. **
his return to the hotel, Jack Logan contacted by telephone. The man obviously could not sleep because he never reported the information as pompous and useless. The first announcement of the couple confirmed the departure of Buenos Aires for the Paris airport, the second confirmed booking a hotel room at the Grand Palace in Buenos Aires the same day of their departure and the third returned a few figures boring, that, according to financial analysts committed by the U.S., property Da Block does not consider himself to eight hundred million dollars, but at one billion six hundred million and Robert Block, not eight hundred eighty million dollars, but at a billion eight hundred million. A difference due to offshore operations, by their father thirty years ago through the Swiss banks, Luxembourg and Panamanian. Certainly a value added Franck certainly imagined because in the presence of a society in which money is volatilized as fast as a takeoff of albatrosses, the family in question did not even bother to establish, in all parts of the world, a capital as thick as part of the iceberg. Brief logic without commitments, and on the difference in wealth between the two brothers, expertise, however, which cost five thousand dollars to American taxpayers, recounted a different disparity in investment banking altogether.
Aside from that, New York was preparing his Annual Christmas and Jack gave it to their heart. It thickens the file, reported multitudes of false information, urged the NYPD to follow Robert Block, Gerrit and Igor during their travels and put their connections in plays. In short, a bit of illegality funny enough for this little dandy is aware of any way compelled to never be able to evolve within the company due solely due to the color of his skin. A deep voice, be happy to live and work, a second place to the middle to Kaska and probably already booking a return flight to New York Mobile opportunity festivities for years. The opportunity for her mother to cherish once again his favorite cherub.
Before climbing into his room, Frank lingered at the bar. He ordered a coffee, drank his cup without another word, inquired of the local news via the Zurich daily. The man often thought of his social and especially the goal of his life. A fate favoring a career based on the running of TV stars and rogues of the third category. A pickaxe, a cow milking, a destiny fleeting celebrity mentor this spot valiantly enjoy their privileges in inviting himself and attending the wedding frenzy institutions banned for its curriculum. More often he counted the number of millions that could bring a fortune of one hundred million, imagined spending only the interest, to attend some of the most popular and of course, approach of breaking American film actress.
Suddenly, he saw this young woman parachuted in a very short time, deep fauna of homegrown billionaires, then passing a small twenty square meters in luxurious palaces, wild parties in spending, small bushes, champagne, invitations, dresses and expensive family photo to magazines dedicated to celebrities. In short, a life so different, a little Dandin like so many others could not understand and say so.
After he sank into his room, his bed, opened the fridge and inspected once again the price of thirty-three sparkling decilitres of crude ready. A liquid if substantial, like life, this gesture, birth, adolescence, education, work, retirement and death. Just a bag of bones wrapped in skin and muscle. Like all households, only useful for shaping a life, a simple life is wasted or is full of twists. A single body, fragile and feisty, used to transition between dust and dirt or dust and stars. A brick, which can suddenly turn and become the pampered and appreciated, despite this rich him and despite everything, the human race from any and necessarily dependent on the system and especially the famous social pyramid, the ditch, NA , this being of convergence.
This admiration for life took him then. He found the substantive element, the face of a woman éprit dreams and elevations, improved social conditions, the final touch, the goal, this eclectic parody, maybe that was detrimental to any price, take it where everyone could admire it or just see it across the stream of stars and sequins, a battered woman climbing the stairs of the Palais du Festival de Cannes or entering through the front door to a formal reception in Monaco. As a point of honor, a highlight, as if life had to require this, namely the pool, lounge and private garden maintained by a Mexican gardener, a cook and a Filipino lover, the forties, desperately seeking to get pregnant a millionaire service.
Ten minutes later he fell asleep, joined her womb. A wandering haphazard, awkward for suddenly shouted a rumble in the distance, a voice from nowhere heterogeneous, possibly evanescent dreams. However, if a murmur yelping that the man woke up immediately. Night was falling and the village was asleep, but soon realized that Kaska case knocked on his door. He then hurried to get up and break his nose close to the window panes. In the street, nothing foresaw the massacre, no one in sight, but the atmosphere gave the impression have changed radically, as if the sky was about to crumble before her eyes, as if a new world born in the heart of the citadel of the wealthiest in the world.
When he found the ground floor, Frank acknowledged that speech effervescent platonic, maintained by several belligerents, lending itself readily to anyone who wants to repeat the slump that while everyone wanted to hear.
What's happening? Question -.
A great man, jacket cooling, the crestfallen face, he replied without stories.
A private cottage is on fire, top of the hill, there are people inside. Five people attended
place, regulars of the counter. Beers in hand, they were explained about the news of the day. Random enough details to encourage Frank to abandon them quickly.
Despite his apprehensions, he went out into the street, joined the main road along the shops of lux and finally he saw that famous acrid smoke fly to heaven, the thick gray pane showing some fire from a cottage any .
few people were watching the scene from their windows, but denied it cool in the cold this winter so frigid that Parisian winter. Heads scattered surreptitious glances, waiting the end of the storm to learn of this news item.
After he climbed the hill, walked quickly, let pass a police car turn the corner to corner, the lights on, looking surely a thrilling suspense. Further, employees of the palace is allowed a break "fire on the horizon" and took place in the middle of the park. Cigarettes beaks, they questioned whether the owners of the cottage had already moved due to the approaching winter season. In this bitter cold, the white caps were transformed into a snowman.
Light also became increasingly noticeable and when he passed the parking area, Franck clearly recognized the chalet Block disappear in smoke flap. A torch alive, everything is on fire, as firefighters tried to extinguish the corner by using their modest means. At the same time, welcomed the life-giving warmth, the route to this failure, the flame yellow, white, the show also suggests that human error induced by the housekeeper. Gas, perhaps the plates, even a match. This poor bitch, yet so sympathetic and liberal, was preparing to pass a bad quarter of an hour. The fire originated
apparently the cellars, the worst place, it gave off smoke anthrax. Above the first floor shone like an incandescent lamp and was preparing to offer its equal to the second floor. A poor cottage in raw wood, to consume like a campfire of boy scouts. Blades yellow and red, scorching heat and the smell of wood burning, reflecting an inventory, despite the anguish, a languid charm.
order to be useful, the second of police corporal posted himself against passersby. Franck, advance notice, would present his badge, but he bridled quickly and contented himself with a sight distance. The tears of a dying cottage enough to Kaska not to get noticed. In this valley, all badgers were recognizable by their saints, missing was a stranger to find in him the missing link of the assembly line, perhaps a future product of the CRT, Media, reality TV Finally, enough to push the ideologies being and nothingness in total amnesia. **
Three hours later, the men ended with the blaze. Thirty firefighters, auxiliary equipment, were busy cleaning what was left of a beautiful cottage billionaire. In fact, the flames were all charred and there was nothing left in its place, a heap of ashes and blackened debris. Only two walls held up as survivors of a bygone era. Rubble, charred furniture, ash and moss remained as memories of an unforgettable night.
Absorption blackish gripped like a relentless scorn.
Despite its remoteness, Frank suddenly noticed a group unannounced to the old north entrance of the building. Five men grumbled to wear blocks both heavy and fragile. A precious object but bulky, delicate a mass but as much disdain as a piece of false ceilings asbestos.
These men, in all seriousness, this block moved toward the center of the road and laid him gently on the ground. After a firefighter laid a blanket over it and at that moment where the little Frank understood that a body had been identified. Probably the charred remains of a maid. The poor and charming lady. She had, however good, does not depressed and had to live his life to end. But his fate, at that moment was good to take a hit. His mind hug, touch or false holy, had flying forever and even though Frank had in him some remorse, he wryly admitted he never had sex with a woman for the last time.
Later, the ambulance takes the body well and Frank had to wait another hour for a firefighter, on his return from work, stopped with a more pressing one curious journalist. An old man, phlegm fugitive and a young volunteer at the crestfallen, to finally hear a language unravel in this place. A small Jeunet ill at ease, his face filled with button acne and certainly embarrassed by a grandfather surviving wild nights offered this little mountain village.
The ambulance was carrying the body of the owner of the cottage.
Which brothers? The small or large?
I do not know! They did not say the name. Behind
half snowy mountains, the sun was rising. Temperature, the fire burned, was once again cold and invited anybody to break the nose out. Although he remained a few badgers in search of info in the middle of a side street where the outcome probably ended at the gate of a residence, but the rest of the world could, in turn, sleep, for that night one person had died and whether the small Franck had slept only about ten minutes, his suspicions were directed toward the already small waitress. The poor bitch, his master was good and more jealous and she surely had to get a good wobble when the man returned to his property and saw the mess that another man had cause. Stigmas violent under the influence of a burning fever. Some slaps for relief, a poor man playing master and nothingness. Easy prey, a small lady in trouble for crossing the road and a man driving a Mercedes in one hundred thousand dollars, the ideal angle of fire to relieve his jealousy against his wife, so valuable and coveted, whose only asset was the promiscuity of her beauty, the real inaccordance, imperceptible, the star is too distant and so intoxicating.
short, at this stage of the investigation, Frank could always go back to the hotel and sleep a good morning, because if some clues or evidence existed, time is specified in the setback. The cleaning lady could well have been invented, the beautiful Umea was still absent and one male died in the inferno of flames. A man, perhaps Leonardo, see Robert in fact over a billion dollars and never flew in for an hour, the contenders for the legacy do not manifest themselves. For Kaska, who already saw Leonard inherit his brother and go through the same opportunity to the 356 th place at the 140 th place among the richest people in the world. A beautiful home to renew his real estate and simultaneously sell the second ship useless by 43 meters in length. A brief case of money that the brain eventually tired of Frank, along a road but surrounded by a gray landscape, despite all scruples enough endorsement.
