he gulped thirstily at the dreadful coffee they served at the police station.
After one sip, Bruno had abandoned his plastic cup and was drinking bottled
water instead. There was a bottle, a notepad, a pencil and a report on J-Js
last interrogation sessions in front of each person at the conference table,
except for Tavernier who had pushed these local courtesies aside.
Neither Richard nor Jacqueline have any alibi for the afternoon of the killing
except one another, and they claim to have been in bed at her house in Lalinde,
J-J
went on. But we now know that she used her credit card to fill her car at a
garage just outside St Denis at eleven forty in the morning. So first, theyre
both lying, and second, she at least could have been at the murder scene. This
strengthens the evidence from the tyre tracks on the way to Hamids cottage, and
were awaiting the forensic report on the cigarette butts and wine glass and the
used condoms found in the woods. But theres still no clear evidence from the
cottage itself to demonstrate that they ever went into the place. So far, its
only circumstantial evidence, but in my view it points clearly to them. They
were in the vicinity, if not necessarily at the murder scene. I should add that
we have no traces of blood on their clothes nor in her car. But I think we have
enough cause to continue to detain them.
I agree. We have a clear political motive, and the opportunity, and they are
lying quite apart from the drugs, said Tavernier briskly, looking at them all
through his large and obviously expensive black spectacles. His equally
expensive suit was black, as was his knitted silk tie, and he wore a shirt with
thick purple and white stripes. He looked as if he were going to a funeral.
Lined up neatly on the conference table before him were a black leather-bound
notebook and a matching Mont Blanc pen, the slimmest cell phone that Bruno had
ever seen, and a computer small enough to fit into his shirt pocket that seemed
to deliver his e-mails. Phone and computer had come from discreet black leather
pouches on his belt. To Bruno, Tavernier looked like an emissary from an
advanced and probably hostile civilisation.
Thats quite a strong case, Tavernier continued. We have no other suspects at
all, and my Minister says it is clearly in the national interest that we resolve
this case quickly. So if the forensic evidence from the woods places them there,
I think we might be able to file formal charges unless there are any
objections?
He looked severely around the table, as if daring any of those present to
challenge him.
J-J
was pouring more coffee, Isabelle was quietly studying her
notes. A police secretary was taking minutes. Another bright young thing from
the Prefecture was nodding sagely, and the media specialist from Police HQ in
Paris, a smart young woman with blonde streaks in her hair and sunglasses pushed
back above her brow, raised a hand.
I can schedule a press conference to announce the charges, but wed better fix
the timing to catch the eight p.m. news. Then we have the anti-racism
demonstration in St Denis at noon. Youll want to be there, Lucien?
Have you confirmed that the Minister will be there? he asked.
She shook her head. Just the Prefect and a couple of deputies from the National
Assembly, so far. The Minister of Justice is stuck with meetings in Paris, but
Im awaiting a call from the Interior Ministry. The Minister has a speech in
Bordeaux this evening, so theres a suggestion he might fly here first.
He will, said Tavernier, a note of triumph in his voice at being first with
the news. I just received an e-mail from a colleague in the Ministers office.
Hes flying into Bergerac and plans to be at the Mayors office in St Denis at
eleven thirty. Id better be there. He looked at
J-J
. You have a car and
driver ready for me? He turned to Isabelle with a smile. Perhaps this charming
Inspector of yours?
An unmarked police car and a specialist gendarme driver are at your disposal
for the length of your stay. Inspector Perrault will be engaged in other
duties,
J-J
replied, his tone studiously neutral.
J-J
had been bitter when he
rang Brunos mobile earlier in the morning, as Bruno was driving up from St
Denis. The young hot-shot, as
J-J
called him, had only been Juge-magistrat for
three months. The son of a senior Airbus executive who had been at the École
Nationale dAdministration at the same time as the new Minister of the Interior,
young Lucien had gone straight from law school to work on the Ministers private
staff for two years and was already on the executive committee of the youth wing
of the Ministers political party. A glittering career evidently loomed. He
would want this case prosecuted, tried and convicted with maximum dispatch and
to his Ministers entire satisfaction.
Im heading back to St Denis after this meeting, so I could give you a lift,
offered Bruno.
Tavernier looked at him, the only person there wearing police uniform, as if not
sure what Bruno was doing in his presence.
And you are?
Benoît Courrčges, Chef de Police of St Denis. Im attached to the inquiry at
the request of the Police Nationale, he replied.
Ah yes, our worthy garde-champętre, Tavernier said, using the ancient term for
the Police Municipale, dating back to the days when country constables had
patrolled rural France on horseback. You people have cars now, do you?
The Commune of St Denis is larger than the city of Paris, said Bruno. We need
them. Youre welcome to a ride. It might help your inquiries if I briefed you on
the local background, and on some of the odd features about this case.
It looks very straightforward to me, said Tavernier, picking up his little
computer and flicking his thumb on a small knob as he studied the screen.
Well, theres the question of the missing items, the military medal and the
photograph of Hamids old football team, said Bruno. They disappeared from the
wall of the cottage where theyd always been kept. It might be important to find
out where they went or who took them.
Ah yes, our brave Arabs Croix de Guerre, Tavernier said, still studying his
screen. I see my minister is bringing some brass hats from the Defence Ministry
with him. He looked up and focused on Bruno and, adopting a patient and kindly
tone as if he were addressing someone of limited intelligence, said, Its the
Croix de Guerre that persuades me that we have the right suspects. These young
fascists from the Front National would detest the idea of an Arab being a hero
of France. They probably threw it away in a river somewhere.
But why take the photo of the old football team? Bruno persisted.
Who knows how these little Nazis think, Tavernier said airily. A souvenir,
perhaps, or just something else they wanted to destroy.
If it were a souvenir, theyd have kept it and wed have found it by now, said
J-J
.
Im sure you would, drawled Tavernier. Now, when do we get the forensic
report on that little love nest in the woods?
They promise to have it by the end of today, said Isabelle.
Ah yes, Inspector Perrault, said Tavernier, turning to give her a wide smile.
How do you feel about our two prime suspects? Any doubts?
Well, I havent attended all the questioning, but they look very strong