Scot Harvath 23 - Shadow of Doubt by Brad Thor

Author:Brad Thor [Thor, Brad]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Thriller
ISBN: 9781982182236
Amazon: 1982182237
Goodreads: 199798681
Publisher: Atria/Emily Bestler Books
Published: 2024-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 32

PARIS

When politely asking for the underground parking garage’s CCTV footage hadn’t worked, Gibert had used an emergency terrorism provision to fast-track a warrant.

While he waited for the magistrate to sign off, he had left two of his most intimidating officers on-site to make sure no “accidents” befell the server in his absence. He also didn’t want anyone else touching the doors that led from the Métro tunnel into the electrical/mechanical room, as well as into the garage’s stairwell.

Gibert didn’t necessarily think any of the employees had anything to do with Jadot’s killer getting away, but there was a fierce antipolice sentiment that ran through certain segments of the French population. He wouldn’t have put it past any of them to destroy evidence if they knew it could hurt the cops.

Once the warrant came through, the garage dithered until their lawyer arrived. But as soon as he saw the paperwork, he told his client to hand over everything the police had asked for.

Gibert had his cell phone out and was dialing Brunelle before he’d even hit the sidewalk.

They went back and forth over whose office to use, ultimately agreeing that her equipment was better. He joked that if he used lights, sirens, and sidewalks, he could probably be there in two days.

Paris traffic had always been a nightmare but had only grown worse in the last ten years. Being on the Île de la Cité, a stone’s throw from Notre Dame Cathedral, la Crim’s offices were right in the heart of Paris. The DGSI, on the other hand, was in the northwest suburb of Levallois-Perret.

It was only about four miles from the center of Paris, but at certain times of day, if you didn’t have a helicopter, it might as well have been on another planet.

Gibert had been taught about the area as a little boy. It was popular with impressionist painters, particularly the northern part of Île de la Jatte, an island in the Seine. What had most captivated him, however, was that Levallois-Perret was where Gustave Eiffel had his factory. And from that factory came two of the most iconic landmarks in the world—the Eiffel Tower and the Statue of Liberty.

Parking his vehicle, he passed through a series of security checkpoints, presented his credentials at the main desk, and waited for Brunelle to come downstairs.

The building that housed the DGSI was sleek and modern. The lobby was lined with polished granite and expensive seating areas. All the staff moved with purpose. No one dawdled. There were no T-shirts or shirt sleeves. No neckties had been loosened. No upper shirt collar buttons unbuttoned. Everyone was dressed in perfectly pressed business attire. It looked more like the headquarters of a fancy international investment bank than a domestic security agency. It was also a far cry from the cramped, centuries-old building that housed the Brigade Criminelle.

“Want anything from the café?” Brunelle asked as she signed Gibert in and led him toward the elevators.

“Are you buying?” he asked.

“Seeing as how you made the drive, sure.

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