Chapter 4 The next day he moved into his quarters to seven hours. Man wanted to work. In fact he spent completing the entry form at reception, he qualified himself as special agent, the questionnaire was no indication anything specific about his exact title in the company and the man was not lying too rarely zany storytelling to electronic secretary in charge of entries and exits in the building. Besides, she also managed earnings and the curriculum could not be required unless a well-paid regular wages. When he went back, exit the elevator, his head, so brave, called out from his office. Of glass clean the questioning, being able to observe the world in the blink of an eye .- You go to New York! The ticket and address are there before. The brave phoned relied on the gestures. For Franck, a ticket was a lot of things he had never been in the U.S. and even less in New York, so it was only a word .- Go, you read your instructions on the plane. Was so! The flight was scheduled for ten hours, then Frank lost no time, he left his employer, emptied his drawer to pick up his unique record and twenty minutes later he went home to remember her passport. A new one hour and twenty minutes he found the Paris airport for ten hours and ten hostess offered him to fasten his seat belt in the cell of the first classes. The man had never flown before and apprehension towards the fairgrounds disenchanted person to climb the big wheel, but after that he served the champagne he felt better and quickly subsided to blithely option of the mist that misrepresent valiantly his beautiful City of Light. In essence he almost fell asleep, but his hostess special, a little red mid-forties, gave him his case in his courses when, twenty minutes later, she placed in front of his person as the meal tray lined with a feast Givaudiènne. This woman should have easy twenty-year career and especially after her flight to the call by his first name, a notification very important because he realized at that moment that her neighbor was none other than Karen Mulder himself. Finally a brief comment in his life of public housing. This blonde with very fine lines swallowed his meat without reproach. But even if the flight was to last only six hours, Kaska, at the end of the meal, instead of attacking her in fatal home, went back to work by opening the file. His leader ordered to consult the police networks and especially U.S. to interrogate the Butler Family Block. A two-day trip, a hotel room on Broadway Avenue and address of the family lawyer, finally alone! Further the flight ended in packed Whisky offered by the same host. She even let him in passing his phone number. This good saying it, took a rich heir to the Kaska in the throes of adolescence, short she wanted to fuck with it easier. Arrived in New York, Frank bowed his traveling companion, without asking the time and sped by reference to the station taxi rank. The city offered so far nothing interesting that a haze of black and gray corridors of airports. In fact, according to Jean-Paul Sartre, nothingness. An Afro-American, as usual, he picked up his gym bag or travel, Frank showed him the finger as the street name in his notebook and searched the taxi man set off. The inside of his old car reeked of waste oil such as Uncle Tom Bourg en Bresse, and everything this just to say that the cars were all alike. The route led him on the highway bypass and a suburb waking head in the smog, and always with the same procession of workers arrested by police for routine control, the vents in the case of balloons alcohol acute and mines asleep at the wheel. But the most compelling in history, left the city by depraved huge abandoned buildings, with the passage of the brand new neighborhoods and industrial areas devoid of production. The myth renamed by corrosion, and forget the cold, and served only by Metros colored to look like chills and unmarked cars hurtling at full speed, the traffic lights lit like Christmas trees .- Are you loving NY? It was the driver, finishing his breakfast. Loaf of bread with butter and jam a finger flavored with strawberry .- Yes, I'm doing! After the car crossed the suspension bridge overlooking the passage between Brooklyn and Manhattan. Decor certainly better for the view, because Frank could finally see what he dreamed of since I was young, namely the buildings of the big apple. Towers looming out of sight and admittedly crowded by huge billboards reminding him Whenever a consumer product he used in his everyday life. A salvo for his emotion, since the time he aspired to present there, he finally tasted behind his window, the fruit dry solid spanned. Later branched off the car, crossed several large blocks, even found himself a brief moment, in a traffic jam overlooking Madison Square easily and after two hours of driving, the man stopped in front of a building as Opulent a fortress. This character, as calm as a dead tree, asking him not to hang out. Frank paid him also, and importantly, a tip ten dollars. Armed with his business, he then crossed the huge central corridor, climbed to the forty second floors, and stood, legs weighed down by the trip, the secretary of the family lawyer Block .- Take a seat! The lawyer is pronounced with a slight accent of Quebec. A bearded, quarantine, a sporty look, his neck heavy with universal success and certainly a lawful registration Rotary Club corner .- You want a juice, a glass of water? - No, thank you! Should not suffer from agoraphobia to live in this place. His furniture surely represented his Canadian pride, as their volumes appeared not to enter the gates to normal templates, but by no means the cons were not taking the burden on stretched whose windows looked out on the eighteenth Avenue and its traffic foolish humans .- Me, I'll still serve me a small glass mango juice, my little indulgence. The man got up, opened the door of his bar, is served. A cute fish he said, the man with the back straight, the word on the lookout, ever cigarette, that sport a glass of wine every four days and not one gram of sugar supplement. In short, the perfect success. All he needed more than his wife's lover, an inspection of the leading tax law in bankruptcy personal drugged a girl and calling him a former secretary of butter for his silence. Briefly, after .- What brings you here? - Yesterday morning we found a dead man lying in the Paris apartment of Mr. Leonard Block. In principle, lawyers do not let themselves be surprised by the death of others .- I was not aware. Who is it? - We seek to know .- So it's not my client, Mr. Block! - No. The description does not match. - You find signs of a break, fights? - No! No .- How did he die? - By drowning in the bathtub. The man was already taking notes, asked the family file Block to his secretary through the intercom .- According to the valet of Mr. Block in New York, Ms. and Mr. Block are missing for six months .- It is customary among the billionaires. Besides, it looks .- We are looking nonetheless. You know where are they? His word is tarnished in any way the mood of the place. Franck, celebrating his second day of work, just wanted to go straight into the heart of the matter. The lawyer did not answer, his secretary filed the case before him, replied by leaping, as it was preparing for his evening pipe .- Can you tell me if your client has family and that is what runs the company? The thinking being, but to please his host returned to the file .- no longer heads the company. The majority of the shareholding was sold ten years ago to a company. The fortune was divided between two brothers .- The second brother, he lives in the area? - He lives near here .- Who has the fortune of Mr. if he dies? - I am not able to tell you the secret of my profession prohibited. In short, apart from his silence, nothing new. His client could disappear, the lawyer found himself with work for six months, then life could avert his fate, he was laughing, visibly fighting his boat's air port and Sunday preparing to be brave. He indicated, however, address the brother, asked him to report any new developments in the investigation and thanked him as he finished his juice. Twenty minutes later Frank found that street crowded. At the corner of two avenues he pointed his gaze to further its vision, reverting to its margin preconceived idea that this city could provide, but even if he was expecting the worst and disorder, he went gently into account that population gave less Mine she claimed. People were passing, passing away, trying to differentiate themselves from each other, but the finale were as alike as two drops of water. One wing of eloquence in the other turmoil from a position of any uneven and every time disproportionate. In short, a population of all possible ways, inevitable. Franck crossed an avenue, he was visiting, had to say hello to the brother of the missing link, but even if a persistent cold prevented the joy of the body, the charm still present, then he took the opportunity, would blaze like a tightrope walker. A second avenue, several buildings and suddenly, almost clear of this mess, this flood of humans, a tender face seemed to recognize that Franck, pulling out. The girl gave the impression of waiting for the bus or the lover who never comes, his black hat floated lightly on a jacket provided by a fashion designer, handbag leather dark brown boots with heels and a lengthened look placid, whimsical trend. Kaska could not do otherwise that going against him .- Hi! Do you remember me, we lived in the same neighborhood in Paris. The horn attacked the greatest playboys of the planet, in this setting Massimo Gargia was lacking, the doctor fails to dredge the bullying, because the girl looked at him as soon as an old lover for a night returned spinster .- What is the lawyer to tell? At this time Frank realized that the girl was waiting. Her complexion white smile and the banning of his coldness was playing hawk night, she could also cry as his charisma seemed frozen .- That's you, madam? The man was speechless, because the girl knew him and worse, it was to be followed because she might know a lot about his person .- Come lunch, it's too cold outside. The lady was surely reserved a table in a small snack twenty meters away because it was the only free table in this place. Style restaurant where the fries filled all minds. A place bold, yet folds of life. The beautiful graciously sat down and unbuttoned his coat so capricious a glimpse under a wool sweater, surely a body cast to perfection. Cold hands, nails purple and black coffee desire .- I do not understand anything. How is it that you know me? His cold stare and did not change its placid beauty. A bit of resemblance with Isabelle Adjani, eyes blue on white matte .- It tells you nothing ? - No! The language of wood .- The hypocrisy! - Your husband, where is he? What is the identity of man found in your Paris apartment? - Learn perhaps Interpol. Do your homework. As for my husband, I'll try to see .- So you have no idea of the identity of the corpse? - No. The server sits between two, the wife just ordered a coffee, man, despite his hunger heavy, concentrated solely on the subject and even commanded .- .- Sorry I return. But the imposing presence of his wife drove to an indictment and bridled interlude required his presence in the depths of his seat. Eva actually rose and quickly left the place to join the firm. Two minutes later the server deposited the cup on the table. Franck, in his pride, waited a few moments, for minutes and with impassable, as seen, bystanders pressed by cold and stress. Later, after eight minutes, Frank decided to get up. He felt this pressure and this misfortune fall on him, walked to the bathroom, opened the door for women and went very quickly that the place resembled the Arizona desert. The little lady had indeed played tricks reserved to the last class and the biggest of the big blue. Then he retraced his steps, found even the emergency door, the service alley full of garbage and dirty walls, just a glance away before the attacker discern a voice from behind .- What are you doing here? It was the cook. Each time the door opened, the kitchen was informed. Frank then asked if it was the second time he was moving and clearly confirmed that the man had just bother him at midday. Afterwards, Kaska found his table, drank his cup, still controlled the menu, ate without a priori and thirty minutes later left the place, carrying the mantle of the beautiful lady. As the girl had disappeared, he had nothing more to wait there, then, before running off to the U.S. agency, he went to the residence of the brother, he lived not far away and walking toward the spot Franck asked the same question regarding the so-called remote distances from each central point is that America was in its fabrications. In short, a tiny town because all the addresses seem to converge in one place. The man lived in a cozy little old building near Central Park. In the twenty fifth floor more accurately. In the middle of the afternoon, Robert Block could not be present, but in principle, as the man was not working and a persistent cold reigned over the city, the chances of success are inflated. Three strokes of bells and the door unlocked with reluctance. A tiny head, mine apart, the legs, arms and a bathrobe hanging wet. Being out of the shower, he had to finish the night with shots of whiskey galore as his charm turned pale with fear, he lacked the same time, an employee at Madame Claude at the bottom of the sofa to accompany him to spend his money .- Want? Frank handed him his badge. Robert let him pass and then reluctantly asked him to settle the living room couch. The apartment is two hundred square meters, maybe more. The show, as a rustic Parisian apartment of the seventh district, measured fright nights gargantuan millionaires in the decline. The coffee table had been invested with bottles of champagne just consumed or emptied long ago. But cons smell very sober reigned, an index showing significant ongoing maintenance of the place by nice Puerto Rican working five dollars an hour. In this place, a woman stood in the name of Ana, she was watching television while sipping caviar not fresh his bathrobe in the saddle, hardly greeted him, but nevertheless allowed him to sit beside him. The man was poor .- In what honor? - I come from Paris. Yesterday the criminal police discovered a corpse in the Paris apartment of your brother. Since we try to discover his identity and we are also looking for your brother to inform it .- Why? It is not at home? - We can not reach him. At last, he was in Argentina .- I know he went there, six months ago. Since then I have not heard from him. Robert settled in front of him, side by cons, the girl seemed not to understand French .- So, in summary, my brother has disappeared and a body was found in his apartment in Paris .- .- Absolutely You tried to his chalet in Gstaad at his villa in Miami and his villa in Cannes .- Yes .- No one is this? - No. In fact, yesterday the police had taken the Cannes garden of the house by storm, employees of the Palace maintained his chalet in Gstaad and confirmed to be in possession of an empty house. He left the villa in Miami, the federal police had to take a walk during the day .- In principle your brother is he informed of his travel? - Sometimes. We see on average three times a year. Once during the summer in Miami, once before Christmas and once at our bank in January to define the sum of our monthly annuity payments. The man smelled of cocaine visibly. All his pecuniary resource was spinning in the hands of his dealer. He used a new fruit juice .- You know, our lives do not look alike. My brother travels a lot and I prefer stability. Moreover, for proofs, in ten years I have increased my monthly income by thirty percent while, he remained at the original amount. Yet he perceives hundred eighty thousand dollars a month. That will tell you. He managed to spend this amount each month .- It would certainly more than he has debts! Franck attempted humor and his companion was even smiling. Because he had just unveiled a very important secret, that his fortune. A simplistic calculation that Kaska hurried quickly to resolve. In fact, if Leonard Block perceived interest rate by three percent per year, its capital amounted to seventy five million dollars and that of his brother to ninety million dollars .- The purpose of your life is to reach one hundred million dollars to to be included in the hit parade of the largest fortunes in New York. The man smiled again. A laugh alcoholic living in utter amazement. Franck returned to his onions .- The wife of your brother. You see it often? - Twice a year, no more .- You like it? - I have nothing against it .- It is extravagant? - Like a woman. This time Kaska smiled .- Do you have seen these past six months? - No! I know she has followed in Argentina. In short, Kaska did not have much thing to ask. He just wanted to know how the daughter cost him, but this connection was not proper .- Before you leave, then I ask their numbers schedular? - I have no idea, we use our phones. Ten minutes later he left the place. The man offered him a glass of champagne and caviar bread. This stingy life could afford. Leonard Block lived ten feet away. An elongated building with a height much less complicated than others. An apartment to twelfth floors, a massive front door, a doorbell. His valet, at this time, had to work, gathering dust in case the host would be able to find his house. The five bell spécifièrent embarrass some of the master Home cousins back in the salon uniform .- Hello good sir, you must be Igor? A tall blond, sickly-looking slave, imposed itself with parsimony. The being would have the same age as his master, a handsome, certainly the lover of Madame and Monsieur same time .- You want? - Can I enter? Remember me yesterday, we spoke by phone. He imposed his card, pushed him, forced him to admit almost .- As I told you, my master is not yet return Igor .- Come, do not play the slave. Franck did not scruple, entered directly into the show, asked the host to shut the door .- Does Madame go already? - Mr. and Mrs. left for six months. The show featured the appearance of a football field. Six large windows facing Central Park, four televisions, eight sofas, five fireplaces and two armchairs, enough heat around the globe .- How many are there in this room furnished? - Twelve rooms, kitchen included. This servant of all moments saw himself docile, dared not refuse the visit, as if this stranger would be afraid for his work permit he did not have. He asked her to follow him, offered him the kitchen, the dining room, gym, office, sir, spare rooms and finally, the bridal chamber. A calibrated space for a love too full, a king bed wrapped in a cloth of satin azure, two more couches and behind a door to a room used only for storing clothes evening ma'am. There still remained the bathroom pink mahogany twenty square meters. A large tub of clean water as a rock and a liter bottle of perfume surely offered by Uncle Tom .- Your room. Where is she? The servant replied in the presence of some acrimony. He asked her to follow him. In fact, he had no apartment, but just a small maid's room right inside the apartment. He opened the door almost shamefully. A relaxation of five square meters holding a cabinet, a sink, a small table and a single bed. A woman too, if found, the poor patient sitting on the only chair in the square. A little girl of eighteen years ago, defeated look, looking frustrated and freckles on his nose .- Come, you two! Let us install the show, we'll be much better. The small, punishable followed not too ashamed, but against the other, was transformed into nicely poissard runaway never claimed two cents to someone throughout his life. The group settled down in front of the television and Franck start without rancor .- You live here as a master for six months. Is not it? - Yes sir! - Where are you from? - In Ukraine .- Do you have a work visa? - No .- How did you meet your employer - An announcement, New York .- How long ago? - Fourteen years .- How they pay you your salary? - by bank transfer, all the months .- You happened to travel with your employer - not you ever .- know his cell number? - Not On .- Madam, have you seen these last six months? - No .- Are you sure? - Yes, I'm sure. After Frank was not nothing more to ask. His imagination certainly do not faint, but the atmosphere seemed so real, it still stunned about the beauty of this young woman. This brave Igor paid to slingshot him certainly made it clear that he was the squire and despite the ethics of the inspector, the girl does not take offense at all, she lit even television and asked his master s leave to press an orange juice, enough to address all social systems existing in the world existing. Fifteen minutes later the man walked into the U.S. agency. The office was not located very far west, a large building opposite the dock of placarded France and Norway. Fifty floors s'épatant manage approximately fifty four thousand missions per year. At the reception, Frank asked his counterpart, Jack Logan, a small lean thirty years, raised by his mother to fresh corn and oats in the very place of the cotton fields of southern Alabama .- I expected you sooner! The two men met for the first time. The office of the U.S. stood if the twelfth floor, a small square in the middle of the pool. He was wearing a white shirt, strongly resembling those of narcissistic bankers living in the same place as him on this planet. He also invited to sit beside him, a small seat as thin as the thickness of his office .- As you requested, the Miami Police invests in the field of Mr. Block and obviously nobody 'was present at the scene. Frank had to answer .- So apparently, Mr. Frank is, or Miami, or Paris, or New York or in Gstaad or Argentina. His wife too, for now still no news. The man wrote down his last wishes directly to their computer. He still controlled the question marks over the evidence and returned to his host .- For what specific reasons did you come to America? Mid-fig, Frank did not conspire to generate a diplomatic dispute between him and this little guy just arrived in the workforce, then it did not bother the superfluous .- In this case our services have a dead, two missing persons, a lawyer who knows nothing, a brother who does not see his family and a domestic worker who enjoys an empty apartment. So, for starters, I suggest check if one of these cases did not accidentally traveled to Europe last four weeks. The boy took note of that elemental essence. He proposed to deepen the topic concerning the inclinations of the three characters still exist and he even offered to install surveillance cameras in the small apartment of Leonard Block. Frank could be satisfied. Jack later filed before the hotel, also invited to dinner that evening in the city and Frank accepted his offer. The hotel offered one thousand eight hundred rooms with all comforts. His room was at the twentieth floor if, thirty meters square, a double bed, TV, fridge and a view of an avenue. A twenty hours Jack invited him to a small restaurant offering Haitian Creole cuisine specially reserved for shuffleboard New Yorkers. On site Mr. Logan retraced its path, including a teenager, his school, he entered the service and its transfer to New York. A story that lasted three hours, including coffee and liqueurs. He then left to his hotel and wished him good return to France. But at the reception that Frank remained on site castigated as a hotel employee had him reveal all its facets .- Your wife is here. It took the key to your room. A few minutes later the man knocked at his door. A woman certainly beautiful, it opened. The stewardess, in short his long career, taking habits with men she wanted. The hotel's bathrobe wrapped on his white fur, this poor woman was visibly stunned by any lovesick .- I have ever eaten. We made love quickly, I have to get up at five tomorrow morning. Afterwards, Franck showered with this delightful forties. She also took the opportunity to wash his host with the help of a foam generating soap Sensual and clear, also enjoying lower parts of his body to slide and rub his hands to the best of him. The shower over, Frank brought his lovely manager directly in the bed, kissed her merrily at will. A fleeting love, reserved for people in a hurry and used to this gesture. Two people practicing the movements of reproducing almost random ways and in maintaining their activities, the obligation to bodily sensations such as power over others to try this move whenever a situation requires it or a place may restrict to lend. Love as a souvenir, as it so. Two hours later Frank went to sleep, but just deep sleep expired, a ringing phone interrupted. He woke up, took down. At the other end, the voice almost become almost annoying to Umea intervened in the distance .- You have to report? - No, I ask you to leave right away to the amusement park on Long Island. Please go to see the ghost train. Of course she did not linger at no other explanation. In five minutes and four hours sounded Frank decided to move without thinking too much towards the site. He dressed mechanically, and forbore not to wake his guest. Ten minutes later a taxi took her to the heady show. Driving, a driver sleeping as deeply as his beautiful hostess, led him without question. They crossed the streets almost deserted, only borrowed for the occasion by garbage trucks and cleaning. Later, they crossed a portion of the Atlantic Ocean on a bridge very strangely silent, joined Queens, a few streets near the docks and got the car stopped. The man at the wheel, then turned to Kaska .- Should I stay here? - No, thanks! In fact, as the festival fair slept, the atmosphere of the place in this quiet evening, seemed doubtful and worrisome. But Frank never forgot his petard, and with his right arm, he never imagined one day return to the left. When the taxi back to the center, Frank fled to his cap and walked toward an eventual service entrance. He skirted the wall painted by graffiti and then found himself near the docks, and without, of course, foresee the space of an enclave. Then he tried to watch the place for a geographical created by his own imagination, but to force, he soon realized the way, so he walked towards the edge of the platform and climbed quickly over the rail extension. So a minute later he found himself in the fair. A set of buildings, fixed off carousels, streets empty and silent slots. The symptom of the night, simply. There was talk at the time of the ghost train and Frank was just to get there. Straight line, the carousel in question might not be far off, but this brilliant policeman bravely chose to hug the walls to simply not draw the attention of those night watchman or security cameras most of the time disposed towards the main avenues. He defied his inspection by a back yard, brushing the dark side of small taverns and once came very close to the train in question he suddenly felt a malodorous smell and some breakage in this normally quiet surrounding. But he continued to defy the unconscious, walked without fear, but when the carousel appeared more clearly, he realized that black smoke burst from the walls, the building on fire simply. Then the man s'osa and ran toward the inferno, but when he arrived near the front door, he could only see his impotence as the flames appeared more clearly from the top floor. A fire too dense to try to stop it with the means at hand. Certainly at that moment he sought a hydrant, but in his desperation he unearthed recess and nothing concrete had to go to the evidence of an impending catastrophe. Two minutes later, after a run wildly around the area, Franck returned to the flames. He watched the fire spread helplessly, almost caught by what is on fire for the human being he was. Two eyes fixed on the impending heat, to distinguish the main door suddenly double doors open and leave room a man in the middle of suffocation. A mature person emerging from there, holding his mouth in order not to burn asphyxiation. A heavy face, searching desperately for air. Therefore, Frank ran to the man, asked him directly to lie down and breathe in large puffs. Orders that the man executed without reproach .- Somebody else inside? But being no reply, even inexorably shut his eyes to the danger. A few more minutes to wait, and finally, in a din regular, fire sirens sounded like a breath of fresh air really pure .- They Are Coming ! But the man still was no sign of life.
The Fire Company arrived on the scene right after that directly support this man burning a suit and good manners especially expensive leather shoes and hair brush in short, an ordinary man but had a good manners and is maintaining good taste. A sort of black chalk was also inferred on his face and his shirt, showing her despair then having to go through a thick cloud of fire. But the most vindictive remained the mystery surrounding his presence in this place. The man he had an appointment with Frank, the question remained up and any cops as much as abled Kaska could ask. A subject then unsheathed the mysteries of the universe. When the ambulance took her poor cylinder, as firefighters were working to extinguish the doldrums consuming the wooden beams of the building, Frank had the idea of good will retire incognito of the case. Thirty firefighters were taking place at the center of the circle and as none of them cared about the unknown, Frank quietly tucked way via the main entrance. Outside, the police and the first early birds began to emerge, a peaceful night for revival fanfare, what great coffee. The intelligible French officer returned to the hotel around six hours of the morning, the girl had run away and his body odor permeated the bed always. So Frank took advantage of a moment and fell valiantly, his pants in the pants and shirt on his own carpet.
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