started with the
Brigade de Répression du Banditisme
in Marseille, before asking to be transferred to the
Sécurité Publique
.
Through the partition, the din was growing louder.
âIâve got out of touch with the drug squad,â said de Palma, pointing at the wall with his thumb.
âWeâve got that guy by the short and curlies. His wife and twobrothers-in-law are involved in smuggling and theyâve just coughed. Starting with 40 kilos this morning, weâve now reached one ton. Heâs a wholesaler.â
Marceau swiveled round his computer screen, which showed a black-and-white picture of a stairwell.
âThis is a live webcam! You can see the stairs of a building in Les Rosoirs, just beside the other bastardâs flat. And it can pivot, and zoom ⦠Look!â
Marceau clicked his mouse and the camera moved.
âWe hid it in an air vent. Weâre expecting another delivery any day. According to our grass, thereâll be 150 kilos.â
âYouâre rolling in it these days in the commissariats.â
âWhatâs more, it records the whole lot on D.V.D.âit picks out the places when thereâs movement. The highlights of these assholesâ lives.â
Marceau occupied the current investigations office. In practice, he dealt with everything.
âYou came here specially to see me?â
âNo, I wanted your recipe for fake pastis.â
âCome on then, out with it.â
âWilliam Steinert?â
Marceau pointed to the missing personâs notice which was pinned to the wall.
âYouâre with missing persons now?â
âI want to do someone a favor. So they can clarify the situation. It isnât all that clear.â
âSame old de Palma, still the big boss with the know-nothing air ⦠You remind me of a hack I used to give stories to from time to time. He always used to play the ignoramus.â
âSteinert disappeared on the 24th, is that right?â
âThatâs what his wife says ⦠itâs not the official account. But there is no official account.â
âWhat do you know about it all?â
âHeâs loaded,â Marceau said, opening his arms. âAnd heâs been missing since at least June 24. I say that because no one really knows. It could easily have been the 22nd or 23rd.â
âYeah, I suppose heâs not the sort who goes home from work every evening at the same time. I can just picture all that money.â
âThen multiply by ten and youâre probably closer.â
âHave you seen his wife?â
âYes. She came here with two heavies and her lawyer.â
âChandeler?â
âThatâs right.â
De Palmaâs expression suddenly changed. He stared at his fellow officer sadly.
âItâs a striking resemblance, isnât it?â
âThe case isnât closed for you either?â
âNot that one.â
âAnd yet when you look at it, Michel, itâs just a case like any other.â
âYeah.â
A long silence fell in the room. From the neighboring office, quiet sobs could be heard.
âO.K. I just wanted to know what you made of it. Then Iâll call her, tell her the case is closed, and thatâs an end to it.â
âMichel, the guy has disappeared, thatâs what I make of it. And nothing is going to be closed before he breaks surface again, dead or alive! The problem is that I canât do anything about it! If you only knew the amount of work that lands on me day after day: drugs, rapes, muggings, a fucker whoâs swindled his wife ⦠itâs all the time the jackpot! And Iâm a jack of all trades, my friend!â
Next to Steinertâs missing personâs notice, there were some press cuttings covering the few good results achieved by the local police in Tarascon: mostly about drugs, smack sold by Tunisians from Beaucaire, who regularly got rumbled;
T. A. Martin
William McIlvanney
Patricia Green
J.J. Franck
B. L. Wilde
Katheryn Lane
Karolyn James
R.E. Butler
K. W. Jeter
A. L. Jackson