Nobody is excited in the intervening time, specially negative Christophe. I’m going to hold up now, Antoine, and that i wish you to imagine very challenging approximately what you’ve simply performed. so long. ” Verlaque hung up and positioned his head on his table, resting it on his forearms. an individual knocked on the door. “Entrez,” he acknowledged with out having a look up. “Oh, sorry, sir,” Jules Schoelcher acknowledged. “Should I get back? ” “No, no. what's it? ” Verlaque lifted his head. “Since it rained the opposite evening, M. Chazeau’s vehicle used to be lovely clean…. ” “Merde. ” “But there has been a few dried dust clinging to the interior of the wheel good that we controlled to scrape off. It’s already within the lab. ” “Excellent,” Verlaque acknowledged. “Let’s desire it’s now not from a winery. ” “Sorry, sir? ” “Christophe Chazeau is a chum. ” “Oh, I see. That needs to be very awkward. ” “To say the least. have you ever noticeable the commissioner round? ” Verlaque requested. “Yes, he’s at his table. ” “Could you ship him in, with Flamant, please? you return too. ” “Certainly, sir. ” inside mins, the 3 males have been in Verlaque’s place of work. “Please inform me that there’s anything linking Mlles Durand and Montmory,” Verlaque stated. “Nada,” Paulik replied. “We’ve checked all we will be able to consider, from hairdressers to dentists. ” Verlaque stated, “Keep going over every little thing. I’m going to fulfill with Gisèle Durand’s outdated boss from the garments store. She works in Aix now, and we’re to satisfy at a café in”—he checked out his watch—“five mins. retain me published for those who locate whatever, and I’ll see you all the following the next day to come morning, in my place of work, at 9. ” Verlaque had steered a café at the Rue Gaston Saporta that he infrequently went to, the place he knew he wouldn’t run into humans he knew, in particular cigar-club contributors; they tended to common the cafés at the Cours Mirabeau, their favourite being the Mazarin. He sought after Mlle Matour—or Mme? he wasn’t convinced if she was once married—to think as cozy as attainable. He was once relieved that she now labored in Aix and he didn’t need to force to Rognes to satisfy her. while he obtained to the café, a couple of minutes past due, he scanned the terrace for girls who appeared as though they may paintings within the garment in Provence. given that lots of the consumers appeared both like preppy-type Sciences Po scholars who had come to Aix ahead of the time period began, in a mad rush to discover an overpriced studio residence, or like outdated males consuming pastis, the alternative used to be effortless. “Excuse me,” he stated, leaning down over the one girl who used to be by myself. “Mlle Matour? ” “Oui,” she acknowledged, protecting her hand out for Verlaque to shake it. “Sit down…please. ” Verlaque sat down and ordered a espresso from the waiter, who then disappeared. “Thanks for agreeing to satisfy on such brief notice,” Verlaque stated. “You’ll need to excuse me if I’m now not stable company,” Mlle Matour stated, taking a drag on her cigarette after which putting it within the ashtray. “I’m in surprise over Gisèle’s…murder. There, I acknowledged that be aware. I by no means notion I’d need to say ‘murder’ besides the identify of somebody I knew. ” “I’m very sorry,” Verlaque stated. “You labored with Mlle Durand many years, didn’t you?