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Chapters (70)
  1. Dedication
  2. Chapter One
  3. Chapter Two
  4. Chapter Three
  5. Chapter Four
  6. Chapter Five
  7. Chapter Six
  8. Chapter Seven
  9. Chapter Eight
  10. Chapter Nine
  11. Chapter Ten
  12. Chapter Eleven
  13. Chapter Twelve
  14. Chapter Thirteen
  15. Chapter Fourteen
  16. Chapter Fifteen
  17. Chapter Sixteen
  18. Chapter Seventeen
  19. Chapter Eighteen
  20. Chapter Nineteen
  21. Chapter Twenty
  22. Chapter Twenty-One
  23. Chapter Twenty-Two
  24. Chapter Twenty-Three
  25. Chapter Twenty-Four
  26. Chapter Twenty-Five
  27. Chapter Twenty-Six
  28. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  29. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  30. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  31. Chapter Thirty
  32. Chapter Thirty-One
  33. Chapter Thirty-Two
  34. Chapter Thirty-Three
  35. Chapter Thirty-Four
  36. Chapter Thirty-Five
  37. Chapter Thirty-Six
  38. Chapter Thirty-Seven
  39. Chapter Thirty-Eight
  40. Chapter Thirty-Nine
  41. Chapter Forty
  42. Chapter Forty-One
  43. Chapter Forty-Two
  44. Chapter Forty-Three
  45. Chapter Forty-Four
  46. Chapter Forty-Five
  47. Chapter Forty-Six
  48. Chapter Forty-Seven
  49. Chapter Forty-Eight
  50. Chapter Forty-Nine
  51. Chapter Fifty
  52. Chapter Fifty-One
  53. Chapter Fifty-Two
  54. Chapter Fifty-Three
  55. Chapter Fifty-Four
  56. Chapter Fifty-Five
  57. Chapter Fifty-Six
  58. Chapter Fifty-Seven
  59. Chapter Fifty-Eight
  60. Chapter Fifty-Nine
  61. Chapter Sixty
  62. Chapter Sixty-One
  63. Chapter Sixty-Two
  64. Chapter Sixty-Three
  65. Chapter Sixty-Four
  66. An Extract from Breacher
  67. Chapter One
  68. Also by Jack Lively
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Twelve minutes later a Municipal Police car drove up. Nazari and three men got out. Only one of them in full duty uniform. Nazari wore a police jacket over the clothes she had on before. The other two men took off their police arm bands and walked towards separate parked cars, presumably going home. The uniformed cop and Nazari came into the station lobby. She reached behind her back and unclipped a holster from her belt. It was a Sig-Pro service piece. She saw me sitting in the waiting area and held up a finger like, one minute. The uniform buzzed them into the station offices.

A couple of minutes later she came out and walked over to me. Without the Sig-Pro, which I figured got registered back into the station armory. She looked beat. She said, “Will you come home with me?”

“Of course. What happened.”

“I’ll tell you in the car. I don’t want to talk here.”

We walked out of the station. And got into her Peugeot. Closed the doors. She turned to me. Her eyes were rimmed red.

She said, “It’s Rigalle, the chief. You remember him?”

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I said, “Yes of course, director of municipal police.”

“He’s dead.” She spoke deliberately, as if each word were precious.

“What happened?”

“I received an emergency text when I was in the car, waiting for you.” She rubbed her eye with a fist. “I tried calling you a few times, but I had to go.”

“I understand. You got the call and had to go.”

She nodded. “I was the last to respond. They even called in reserves.”

“I noticed.”

“So after I got my weapon I went to the scene. I got to the location and it was Alain’s house, which I know pretty well. I assumed that it was bad, but nobody had told me what I was going to find in there.” She started bawling. I let her. She wept in gusts and bursts, with violence. Then she stopped. “My colleagues were canvassing neighbors and the job was to set up a clean perimeter so that the investigators could have a decent crime scene, you know.”

I nodded. “Go on.”

“But I had to see, of course.” She looked at me. “How could I not, right?”

“Right.”