Chapter 3
This small fall Tuesday morning looked like a glorious day, intention and contention. Sixty nine on the bus taking him to work, Frank seemed to repeat his dictation. When he passed the courthouse, he wanted to stop already know or recognize the assassin. He had forgotten to ask the name of the chief inspector, found himself once already in a quandary. But he could not forget this very important because a Fairy as his secretary would report later. Maybe it was Eva or perhaps another young lady, possibly a woman, and Franck, in his heart could not know, it certainly did not ask to believe, but in this bus, glued to the window, the reason does decidedly not displayed clearly enough. At nine o'clock it swallowed a cup of coffee at nine thirty, a colleague came to his lodge a file in its place. The man came from the island, at the courthouse and an inspector shall forward the file and Franck could thank him and I can offer you a .- .- No coffee I've had three this morning, thank you. Impetuous, he left, returned to work. The record it did not contain much, we noted the name and address of the girl, date and place of birth, for no man pretended to say whether it was his father, medical examiner noted nevertheless stammers very important to know that the man had been dead for two weeks, a single death by drowning, even not a suicide. The hospital did not confirm anything suspicious. The man five feet tall, quite fatty, weighing eighty-seven kilograms, but with approximately eight liters of water in the stomach, which directly and seriously Kaska excited because the first thing he noticed when opening the door of the bathroom, it was the water level, and the bathtub was actually filled to the brim. But it proved nothing or almost nothing, because in his time a person who committed suicide was not forced to close the valve. The highlight was hitting the eyes of new recruit. Ten minutes later he found the coffee machine. It really took pleasure to distract. Up, Eva drank his cup and read her medium, she already saw him come .- You know, I'm busy! - Pardon? - I have a boyfriend .- Ah! And I shook my coffee. It was cause for excuses to touch the little libido. It would certainly put things straight to clear, but at the same time Frank handed its search engine on the road, then he left and soon returned to his seat. In fact, he realized that the man bore no injuries, which proved just the unconditional situation. He then committed suicide, but dressed, leaving the water running, head to the bottom and perhaps a gun to the temple altogether. A simple case. About ten o'clock he called the Greek intelligence, he passed the name of the grandmother. He tried to reach her, but this lady did not understand French, let alone English. Eva then sent him the name of a Greek-born French working in this place. He quickly found. A little man exhilarating, hair brushes, a small mustache, a good ass glued to his chair and press kits spread everywhere. He called, was talking with Madame, laughing from time to time, noted the babble on scrap paper. Ten minutes after he hung up .- So she is a widow. His son is dead ten years ago and her daughter, calling therefore Umea, moved to Paris a few weeks later. To his knowledge Umea never left Paris and her daughter calls her regularly. Since when, since she thinks Paris .- Thank you. The man had long since adopted the mentality of the official Paris, this service was not interested because he was called to deciphering newspaper article and not relevant to Greece. The poor boy! Franck left him and then turned on its head. According to his trial, the matter becomes serious if the woman killed the man, his little finger and told her she should attend school prostitution and the man was itself a dishonest client, or so his mentor. An exquisite difference. But there remained the problem of the phone call happened three years ago. This file opening. Later he telephoned to the police, demanded the name of the inspector in charge of the investigation. A small timid voice informed him, as his deflected calls to the appropriate office. A second secretary, more informed, tried to join the inspector, the inspector was called Pixar. He himself could not answer, he returned the same morning on the scene for further investigation, but he nevertheless proposed to go to lunch together that same afternoon. Frank was so happy. At exactly half past twelve, he pointed to his nostrils before the windows of the restaurant "Two maggots." The inspector had actually made an appointment at this location. It was his first, he wanted to go in a tuxedo, bring a bottle and a bouquet of roses for his wife. An evening of friendship in the cards work. Back straight during dinner and not more than three glasses of wine. The law of best behavior. The inspector was waiting at the back of the restaurant. He had booked a table with four seats and drank cocktails with a colleague wearing a eloquent black suit. This place full of famous and historical events directly lit the lantern in the firmament of young first golden ornaments, mahogany tables, buffets and servers by imposing mallard. His eyes then gorged ironies, the eloquence of the poor face the greatest, a dog giving birth to a cat, the gigolo in front of an invaluable asset, and the man suddenly found himself minister or even personality Paris , just coming out of the loft, acclaimed by the public and followed by all the national media .- Come sit beside me! The inspector cordially invited .- I present the Minister of Transport. A childhood friend. This minister was there already spent on television, so Frank knew him. A serious man, the most skilful in his office, married, two children, divorced, married a second time with a woman who has twenty years younger than him, but from the media as a teenager in love. The man greeted him as if Frank was a fellow minister. Pixar called after the server. The three men commanded commonly meal of the day. A rough stew certainly very stringy .- So. Why did you go see Madame Umea Block? Frank felt ill, This atmosphere does not correspond to normal relations between colleagues of services, but reassured the inspector .- Come on, we are all part of the same house. Indeed two ministers ate three tables away talking with David Halliday and Patrick Poivre D'Arvor a little further. Kaska therefore could sue .- Excuse me, the tenant of the apartment is married? - Not the tenant, the owner. Umea miss Kriten married Leonard Block two years ago, a billionaire New York. Franck could add pages to their file .- And he found it? - No. It still has not found its identity, we called the police in New York and they have confirmed that the man is not Leonard Block. - And the police went to New York to announce the new Family Block? - Of course, last night. But they were not home, and after the maid they left on vacation two weeks ago. Even if the smell of stew gave off the appearance of a country dinner, Kaska suddenly felt overwhelmed. The whole world was falling over him. While he drank a little fun with Bordeaux, but wondered at that moment and frankly if there every day would be like. Especially big business and corporate dinners .- Ms. contacted us three years ago, without interest, no further action, and she contacted us last Friday. I received the file on Monday morning and then I went home. The inspector ate of such picaillons. He had nothing to say and did not want to know more, unless, perhaps ... - And how did she contact you? - By telephone. In short Franck did not think to ask, but it mattered little, for the purpose of the investigation at this time, concealed the fact that a man fell into the bathtub and an assassin remained free like a leaf in autumn. Finally no more worrying the weighing of pain Kaska, the inspector just took advantage of life, he awaited the findings of the forensic pathologist's report, and life could beat it, beat it would open the wings, even commanded a second bottle, drinking with fellow diners, who was none other than AD BHL and finally joy. Later Frank even had the honor to speak with the minister, just enough furnished pending the return of another friend toilets. Because the inspector overlooked eloquence, at the age of eighteen years he was mistaken course of direction by selecting the judicial police, but his enthusiasm to become dominated the shadowy man who once had the mysteries of the secrets buried in the annals of criminology. It would certainly be great, but eventually understood and more recently as a human being a star gushing, but sometimes that light does not illuminate enough to satisfy himself. Then he gave up, kept his feet on the ground, but in his excitement he left the flame constantly informing him that every human being on this earth has the moral capacity to become a minister one day.
** A rainy afternoon grew above the rooftops of Paris and Jean took advantage nonetheless attempt to reach New York. With the help of Eva he succeeded in tracking down a phone number for the special agents. A switchboard humming developed a research characterized concerning Mr. Leonard Block. She held all four numbers in the United States. Well - sure Franck began with laptops, but obviously no one answered. He then tried the address in Miami and there always someone, then ended with the address of New York to fall after five minutes on the butler. A Slavic accent to die laughing. - Nobody came in the house for six months .- And your employers will pais? - Of course! - And what for? - To maintain home sir. The conversation had then no sense if indeed the name was Igor and he was not lying. Franck nevertheless notified his contact. Later, in full meeting of comparison information, he received a shot line from the medical examiner. Inspector Pixar asked to repeat everything he knew his spouse to the agency. A serious voice wins with grace. - One death by drowning, lungs flooded with water. The man must have about forty five years he has been dead for about two weeks. It weighs one hundred and eight pounds, maybe slightly more, so a BMI of obese. No signs of violence and for now, according to preliminary forensic analysis, no traces of drugs and alcohol in the blood. Franck noted, retorted .- He neatly folded his clothes before taking a bath, prepared his briefcase, his own socks and underpants, he injected the foam in the bathtub, so a true impromptu swim. It is the blood in the water, why? The other thought, the little young competent .- This is normal after a few days the blood spreads. For the rest they had nothing to say except a request by the commissioner. He asked her to remember this day. Frank tried to reach him immediately, the secretary of the Pixar transferred to his car service .- We have not found the identity of the corpse, but we have confirmation from the U.S. agency, the man found in the bath is not Leonard Block. As against this Mr. Block is currently unavailable, is a millionaire and billionaires are difficult to reach. We also used to analyze fingerprints and man is not mentioned in our files, tomorrow we have confirmation from the United States and Europol. For the rest, he wanted a good night. The Minister Agriculture invited him to lunch at the turn of money, time to don a new suit and he could leave his wife at a suitable location. In principle, Franck waited five hours to leave his post, but apparently this board agoraphobia and pretended like all his colleagues were leaving the place nicely, he allowed himself to slip quietly under fifteen. Not a very heady metro towards the east, the place Léon Blum, a caterer Chinese fried noodles and six hours battery he found his favorite show, namely a sparkling "public story", with a new team addition little young to start the season. Brief history of ordinary sixteen young people trapped in an apartment for three months and filmed continuously by seventy two cameras. Franck was still certainly a gifted and precocious child, though he remained in love with a television that the baptized, the pampered and soothed. A pear maybe, but a child adored by the impertinence of a world like in the clear favorite in his fiction and his ideology of happiness buried in the deep esteem spotted by the image of the perfect success of the earth. The series did not last very long before the first page of ads and Kaska profited then go to his needs. Time to relieve the bladder to collect a coke in the fridge and the phone rang. The ring of an anonymous man was good because changing the frequency and volume when it was a call from the handset belonging to his mother preferred .- Hello Frank! A quick stunner broke his neck. But fortunately, be always left his notebook and pen on his dresser hallway, offered by his uncle Tom for his twenty years .- Yes it's me! He feigned innocence as he recognized the merits of that voice, his job responsibilities. It was the beautiful Greek Kriten Umea, shy like an oyster, who dared to call the man responsible for his file at home. - You found the body? - Yes madam. Who killed him? - I just call you to inform you of my innocence in this matter .- You're in Paris right now? - No .- In France? - No .- But you know you need to return to France to explain .- Maybe. That voice almost broken, buried in strand of innocence, alien system will hardly want to speak. Franck did not feel the same fear or weakness, but of concern for a death foretold. He certainly had a voice, but her voice to remain constant little on the subject of a corpse left in crash childish .- Who killed him? - I do not know .- Or is your husband? - I search .- It has long since disappeared? - Two weeks .- Where were you when he disappeared? - In Patagonia, with friends .- Friends billionaires I know it's fashionable at the moment, they all go fishing down there his last time. Your husband was with you there? - He left earlier .- Where did he go? - He said New York .- But he did not go there is not .- not gone .- You know where is he really gone? - I do not know, I have not accompanied to the airport. So the stranger's name was her husband. He disappeared without leaving a forwarding address, left his wife in the middle of Argentina, all alone like a flower clamped. But apparently she got up, the new billionaire could afford a first class ticket without asking too many questions about his social position. His main concern now was not the smoked salmon fishing, but the frantic search of a cuckolded husband .- Why do not you returned to New York? She sought his reply, hesitated, seemed to take fright at the sight of a gilded prison. The poor, now she knew might be in danger and his luck was no longer resident in much. His name alone stands out to represent a known brand or a brand or a manufacturer famous, and his outburst was still reliable as a large mass. She could certainly go to Kennedy Onassis, or go back to square one, anyway she touched his capital by passing on the box "Start the game of Monopoly .- Does someone extorts Madame, any mafia you looking she in trouble? His shyness prevailed perhaps because it does not venture to disclose wanting anything at all. His silence affirmed nothing either. She waited surely a proposal from its host, the awakening of the commissioner or others. Kaska certainly could not guess. He nevertheless attempted .- Why do not you returned to New York? But the voice suddenly goes out. In front of television continued to unpack his daily lot of information. Kaska then raised his head on the clock, noted the time on a draft and then strums the number of its service. A colleague was lying still around, it was Jean-Pascal, asked when moving to the mainframe. The man, as a resourceful chef, returned to the Voice property five minutes later to tell Kaska entanglement that earned him his young age. In fact Frank ended his first day at work and had failed to indicate his personal phone number to the central telephone. It was a shame for his pear. Later, by waiting the start of the log-twenty hours, he notified again in his notebook. Bruce Willis was to land him in twenty hours to fifty thrillers Monday could guide him in his quest.
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