Chapter 8
He arrived the next morning at dawn in the charming town of Buenos Aires. He slept and ate like a nabob, hostesses and stewards became nurses and psychologists. Fifteen hours of flights in order to perk up and see the water swirl in the opposite direction at the bottom of the sink. A southern summer welcome for this man to live honestly made in the tropics.
From his suitcases in hand and passed the customs, Frank went to the air and settled vulgarly back in the seat of a taxi. The man understood English and could make himself understood. He asked the city center, Central Avenue, Uptown and the most expensive hotel in the capital.
During the journey, in the middle of this gigantic suburb, he contemplated the spring landscape, the pleasant temperature and above the market, woke his sidekick Jack Logan, born in Providence bottom of a hole and serious as a lord. Absolute confidence, respect to the pure state.
You're lucky, I just woke up.
You're lucky, I need your services. The rear
gave background on a noisy road, Franck wanted to ask him to close his window, but the man changed his mind, he shut himself as the noise and bright morning mingled with the engine of the grinder of the coffee machine. A yawn interrupted
silly at the same time, the alarm of the bear. The premise of a tiring day, the promiscuous binding.
Kriten Umea, it is usually installed which hotel when she arrives in Buenos Aires?
Why? You're already there?
Which hotel?
The man fell from the skies. He dreamed so much of this life of pranks and sequins. The face towards the sun, small pubic hair in the open and a small sinker to both others in the hotel pool.
According to our services, it descends at the Marriott Plaza Hotel. At Marriott
! Of course!
The little American in his phlegm, was leery of a pleasant surprise. The fee for the truth. But he dared not always ask the caller about his reasons, obviously with the response. His shyness and rising to the surface, the iceberg appeared in the distance.
Say! We must open an account in Argentina, as soon as possible. Arrange yourself so that I can withdraw money in an hour at most.
course! I phone the office from our conversation ended. You expect to stay long there?
Should I courted a billionaire, so I have put the package, I have no choice.
Okay!
Afterwards, the man could be proud, the taxi made its way to the Palace. The never-ending traffic jams to end by agreeing a dip in the pool after a sauna, Frank claimed the merit of mischievous warrior, the fighter homebody yet decorated and honored. **
Less than thirty minutes later, Frank came to the Marriott. A large lobby, porters, a tearoom, a very pleasant, even romantic, a grand staircase and a wooden bar worked elbow grease. Considerable charm when we imagined his good sandstone price to pay to sleep there one night in one of the cheapest rooms in the hotel.
At this stage, the home became very important, Frank had not booked, but a charming young woman, brunette, brown eyes, straight out of the school receptionist, received it by practicing a delicate English, accessible and fragile.
A single room?
Absolutely!
Franck had received, by entering into service, several credit cards to be used according to their needs and desires. He then took advantage to justify his wealth. The cute, her face, and adored the advantage to slip one of them in the mail slot. A single gesture, ordinary, INDEBTEDNESS be the next second. After
, a carrier would take him to the elevator. He climbed to the second floor, the man opened the door of his room and gave him the key. A nice room to watch, a double bed, TV, phone, nice curtains, a desk and a bathroom large enough and respectable. Plus, a balcony overlooking the pool and garden. In short, nothing especially vindictive about the depth of existence Kriten Umea, this beautiful house with the aim of his life became crystal clear when they referred to her husband's fortune.
Before undertaking anything at all, Kaska down into the garden and plunged into the water. A little morning swim well, swim, still thinking and he returned to his room. He was hungry, but dared not call the room service. This sarcasm His body itched, the depths of his bones, he also felt a certain affection for this girl, this poor girl disappeared into the maze of offshore companies and tax free zones. Numbers of bank accounts whose owners were careful to greater anonymity, fortunes explode, turning into a real colonial empires, immeasurable, sometimes becoming, in the imagination of poor people, genuine ideological fantasies, without names and no statements, just a fortune that exist only in the imagination of a little woman, this life shattered by broken dreams and sealed at birth.
About ten o'clock, the man sits at a table in the middle of the tearoom. A new person, shaved, dressed and in his plan chewed, almost flirtatious. He asked for a coffee, a croissant and a French newspaper. Time to tame the server, a little fat, loudmouth, always the last word, for it is fast approaching.
I work for the French police and I want a quiet interview with the director of the facility?
I'll find out.
Man, stretch and clever, merely a nod. He subsequently returned to the bar, served several cafes, a few representatives trade in a hurry, and suddenly he disappeared. Franck then merely read the news from France, several waterlogged coffee and ten minutes later, hardly a great man stood before him.
Hello, I am the director of the institution, what can I do for you? The
be wearing the suits perfectly, the collar of his shirt clung perfectly to his stroke, his back stiff and straight, his dignity is especially pronounced at his approach.
Sit only?
Franck allowed to invite the owner of a luxury hotel. His approach did not impress, but apparently the fact of showing his badge in foreign countries impressed the world. Just a little card, just one, manufactured and sold in the markets of Thailand, a perfect counterfeit, and the case is concluded that financial benefits, why not!
Man, despite the apparent physical footprints of a man courteous and clean through and through, seemed more intelligent and certainly very clever. He left his client then expose his heart, the job of director of luxury properties simply.
Want a coffee?
No, thank you sir, I've drunk a while ago.
was a man straight out of Advanced Studies, an Olympian calm and a look of cat liabilities. It does not react to any brand of intelligibility.
Sir, I asked you because I work for the French government and I'm looking for a French national. She lived some time in your hotel.
called How Does it? Her name
Umea Umea Block or Kriten. She got married recently.
I see who you're talking about.
The case concluded as Franck and could not get to enforce the fingers and letter by small foreign civilians. A woman, billionaire widow, heir, moreover, disappeared mysteriously from the United States, France, Switzerland and Argentina, and nobody cared, there was just so his wealth and influence, and nothing else. Not a tear, not of nostalgia, even of disgust on the part of many poor people. The earth could stop spinning, the incredulity of the young woman about it remained in force and legion as his being and his soul does not prove otherwise.
Before landing, Franck had received a recent communication from Jack Logan, the little note said the hotel manager, a man of good family, of British origin, whose great-grandfather came from Scotland, has invested his arrival in Trade sardine on the banks of La Plata. A nice trade performance without large increases, which feeds the family for thirty years and integrate it in rand average family in what was then called the New World. A beautiful epic that bastard for the "Lowlands", Irish origin and raised in the potatoes and fish.
But in 1929, when the global crisis intervened, the company family bankruptcy. Members thereof dispersed in the suburbs of Buenos Aires and wealth spread in dust when the angels took the currency climb. His father was born at that time, a beautiful baby who joined the team nights of Manufactures fabric since 1952, a period when the revival finally appeared, the year of her marriage and the birth of her first son, José McCarty, a beautiful baby four and a half pounds, fifty two centimeters and a prospective employee in a large hotel group. A head to bed too smart to end his life at the plant and too dumb to succeed in cases without licking the ass of all leave. Certainly a good guy, but with an average level on the moral reflection that must be undertaken during his life if he will one day do something in life and its meaning. Her husband called
Leonard Block. You know him too? Mr. Block
frequent our establishment.
Good! When Ms. Block Umea has resided for the last time here, she was accompanied by her husband?
I do not have all the names of our customers in mind, but if you do not mind, I can go check. Make
!
Franck asked a second coffee. Sobriety surprised the server, even the director. He sucked a few drops boiling, time to reread a few paragraphs of his record and the director returned. Ms.
Umea Kriten has recently resided in the room five hundred and eight, without her husband. Although
. There are customers at the moment?
The suite is currently free.
Can I visit?
Yes!
When the two men decided to stand, the two servers in the restaurant's inviting. Two bodyguards albeit very attentive.
Later, Frank found himself in the elevator in the company's director. A black stone, as long as a filtered cigarette, looking across him as a warrant officer career.
came the fifth floor, two men came out of the cage, borrowed the corridor, the director took out his mat of his jacket and opened the door of five hundred and eight. You let
! I go in the blink of an eye. Mr.
director let him enter without flinching. Frank on his side, closed the door behind him and suddenly left empty-handed director in the middle of the corridor.
A large room open to him, well lit, painted a salmon color, with three large leather armchairs bull, a black wooden desk and a balcony as big as a terrace. The site is recognized
being unoccupied, a presidential suite offered at a price unreasonably high in relation to its convenience simplistic.
Next door, the bedroom was very similar to the bridal chamber such as Franck imagined in his dreams ephemeral life couple tidy and more or less untouched by the hectic life he gave himself an agent to conduct . A nice double bed, wardrobe white, a makeup table and a large bay window. In short the total!
The man looked briefly look and walked toward the bathroom. He opened the door gently and suddenly, not far from him, he realized very quickly that the tub was overflowing. Water dripping in a pool of white foam and red. Even with a putrescent odor, with the individual in the throat. A taste viscous outsized, exceeding all normalities.
There, he noticed a being lying in the water, so he rushed, freed the mass out of the tub and laid the body on the ground nearby. A tiny woman with open eyes, white skin, veins under the skin translucent, very white pigmentation on a cold surface, imperceptible, inconceivable. A living corpse and leaving still appear the beauty of a beautiful woman even in death. Brown eyes soon extinguished, they were aimed at the ceiling, and a face protected from violence. The small
Umea Kriten slept like a baby in its cradle and Franck could not help but appreciate, observe every stroke of his skin. She had just killed himself and the officer lacked an hour or two. The man bit his fingers away. The fragility of his chest rested since his hands, brittle bones and skin softened, falling gently like an old lady. Blood stains on his stroke and dripping makeup, black acrid and thick like a liquid coagulant.
But despite the strange situation and the young officer's eyes filled with terror, a delicate voice intervened in this setting irrational, the body of a woman, calm, clear and graceful. Sound coming from nowhere, almost beyond. Intervention incoherent with the situation. This call came from the room, while Frank lifted his eyes briefly, a quick gesture, and in his bewilderment, he noticed the build neat Kriten of Umea, probably his double. A simple and beautiful woman, standing with his hands glued to the body, wearing a long beige dress, as an ordinary bathrobe.
The woman watched the man as if she knew him from the infant class. An old couple. The husband and wife fickle. Eye articulating depression, disgust and bitterness. A girl searching for her father in the depths of the eye Franck. His tall, despite the event, always impressed. A woman with long sharp curves, unbridled and feverish, reviving every time the libido of any beadles ranging in its scope. A bit blond, a dark skinned, poor Swedish to succeed in becoming a model in Paris or New - York. You have
no need to revive me! I'm here!
This expression started the young man. His double was speaking clearly. A young woman dressed simply and cleansed as if she were going to bed, sleep a few hours before sunrise. A hotel room, a double bed, just a passage.
Franck Kaska, Daniel Gindraux, 2003, thriller, 8 chapters.
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