or cloud or storms or meteorites or whatever â other times they can be manmade things: planes and balloons and laser lights and fireworks and satellites. But thereâs a fair few â like about a quarter â that are what we call âDâ cases â those that canât be explained at all.â
âYou mean â there are actually alien spaceships?â
He shrugged. âWho knows? We donât have enough information to know that for sure. More likely than gods or angels, anyway.â
I thought of Gabriel, and what heâd said to me. I said, âBut some people see angels.â
âThen theyâre imagining it. Angels are just creatures out of stories. But aliens â well, theyâre different.â
I thought there was something wrong with this argument, but couldnât quite put my finger on it. Instead, I said, âBut why are you here â right here, I mean? Has there been a UFO sighting in this place?â
âExactly. Two nights ago. The police in Toulouse faxed it to GEIPAN. You see, if someone sees one of these phenomena, theyâre encouraged to make a proper report to the police who will then pass it on to us. I was their man on the spot, so to speak â I live in Toulouse.â
âOh.â I looked around the clearing, suddenly filled with a strange dread. Could it really be true that some alien craft had hovered above this spot? Iâd always thought of such things as fruitcake stuff or at least so far beyond what I could really believe in that I never really wondered whether there was any truth in it. But now it felt different.
âIt wasnât anything to worry about,â he said, correctly reading my expression. âJust a shape, and some lights, and some suggestion it might have landed briefly in this very spot.â
âWho saw it?â
âI canât tell you that. Itâs confidential for the moment. But it was a reliable witness. We always check that very carefully. He wasnât drunk or stoned or anything like that. And he was a very sensible, practical sort of guy. Not someone whoâd make up stories. Besides, there was another witness who saw the lights too â independently. They didnât know each other, so they hadnât cooked it up together.â
I swallowed. âSo it could be true? I mean that itâs one of your Class D things?â
âWe have no idea yet. It could be an easily explained one. I just have to gather as much evidence as I can from the site as well as from the witnesses, to take back to my bosses.â He was so matter-of-fact, so sensible about it. But I felt staggered.
I asked faintly, âWhat sort of evidence?â
âDisturbance of the ground, scorch marks, that kind of thing,â he said. He waved a hand ruefully around. âOf course, itâs not going to be easy now. Thatâs the trouble. Conditions arenât always optimum for investigations.â
âN â no, I suppose not.â
âAnyway. Never mind all that. Iâm sorry, Iâve been very rude, I forgot to introduce myself.â He held out a hand. âMy nameâs Michael Stephan. Everyone calls me Mick.â
We shook hands. âAnd Iâm Sylvie,â I said. âSylvie Mandon.â
âGood to meet you, Sylvie,â he said, beaming.
âAnd you, Mick.â
âYouâve got a French name,â he said.
âMy dad. Well, heâs not French, heâs American, but a Cajun, you know, fromââ
âYeah. Louisiana. They still speak a bit of French there, right? And they have great food.â
âIt is pretty cool,â I agreed, feeling a sudden pang for Dadâs gumbo. He made a mean gumbo. Nothing like in a restaurant. Much, much better. Heaps of seafood in the thickest tastiest spiciest soup you could imagine. Really filling.
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