blurry figure in front of him was light blue. Where was he? He wanted to sit up, but as soon as he tried, a searing pain coursed through his body. Out of breath, he fell back. The taste of bile and dish liquid filled his mouth.
He heard a calm voice. âCalm down, sir. Donât move. Youâve got an IV in your arm.â
The room was coming into focus now. He could make out the nurseâs scrubs and raven-colored hair. She was wearing a nametag, but he couldnât read the letters. He looked down and saw that he was in a hospital bed, dressed in nothing but a thin gown.
A deeper voice came from his left. âThatâll teach you to play Tintin in the catacombs. Youâre too old for t hat shit.â
The impressively stout man was sitting on a plastic chair that didnât look strong enough to support him. He threw the magazine he was reading on the side table and shooed the n urse away.
âYou got lucky,â he said. âDrinking an icy sewage cocktail isnât so good for th e health.â
Marcas stared at the large man with the red face. He knew him. Inspector Hodecourt was a colleague, with the nickname Big Brotherâbecause of his size and his no sy nature.
âThe drugs theyâve got you on will make your mind a little fuzzy for the time being, but Iâd still like to ask you a few questions and give you a quick rundown.â
Marcas tried to sit up again but couldnât manage it.
âTheyâve put me in charge of the investigation, at least until youâre on your feet,â Hodecourt said. âIâm figuring the chief will want you to take over once youâre good to go. Fortunately, Iâm a son of the widow too, which will make thing s easier.â
Marcas knew that Hodecourt was a Freemason, like him, although he attended a differ ent lodge.
âOkay, letâs start with the killer. Can you remember what he looked like? Youâre the only one who has seen him.â
Marcas didnât want to be questioned lying down. With considerable effort, he managed to prop himself up on h is pillow.
âI want to give you a description, but first tell me how you found me. The last thing I remember is going under t he water.â
His colleague pulled out a brown notebook.
âA team from the local precinct arrived ten minutes after your brothers called. Two uniforms went down in the tunnel with the grand secretary, and they found you half downed in the sewer tank, which was draining. You were barely breathing, and you stank to high hell. That was one very brave colleague who gave you mouth- to-mouth.â
âI donât understand. What about the wall? The one between the tunnel and the tank? Thatâs how I got trapped. Did the killer save me?â
Hodecourt shrugged.
âI donât know. Apparently the wall gave way under the pressure of the water. Once you were rescued, the uniforms forced open the grate that led to another sewage network and a maintenance room on the Rue de la Grange-Batelière, where a lock had been forced open. The killer got away without be ing seen.â
Marcas felt a headache coming on, and his stomach was kn otting up.
Hodecourt looked at his watch and smiled. âI have to cut our conversation short. The nurse warned me that the sleeping pill would kick in.â
âShitâ¦â
âYou said it. In any case, theyâll probably release you tomorrow.â Hodecourt lifted himself out of his chair. âAnd Iâll tell everyone at police headquarters how youâre doing. A lot of them wanted to visit, but the doctors said you need your rest. Itâs just as well. You donât strike me as the kind of guy who likes being surrounded by flowers and get-well balloons.â
âMuch appreciated,â Marcas offered a faint smile before his head clouded over. Hodecourtâs voice became fainter and fainter before finally drifting away. He didnât hear the d oor
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