The Fleur De Sel Murders by Jean-Luc Bannalec

Author:Jean-Luc Bannalec [Bannalec, Jean-Luc]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery
ISBN: 9781250071903
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Amazon: 1250071909
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Publisher: Minotaur Books
Published: 2014-01-01T06:00:00+00:00

The Third Day

It was cooler. Not dramatically so, but enough for there to be a chill in the air this morning. For the first time in a long while. It must have happened sometime between one in the morning—when he and Claire left the Amiral—and shortly before six in the morning, because when they walked home along the quay after dark it had still been a “tropical” night, a term the local papers were very fond of using. By ten to six, with the very first blue light of dawn in the east, they had already left Dupin’s apartment and Dupin had brought Claire to the train station. She would be in Paris by eleven and in the hospital by half past. They hadn’t slept much, but Dupin felt more refreshed than he had in weeks. Since the moment he had walked into the Amiral and seen Claire, he hadn’t felt the graze wound again. And it wasn’t just the pain he had forgotten—he had even forgotten the case. It was nothing more than a dark phantom, far away. Claire hadn’t asked anything else about it and Dupin had been glad. They had been surreal hours, truly like being in a dream.

Dupin walked straight from the train station to the car park—the Amiral was still closed, as were the other cafés—and then drove back up the dual carriageway the way he had come the evening before. He made a strategically important stop in Névez, at the pretty market square he liked so much, in the marvelous Maison Le Quern, with its lovely proprietor. It was just opening and—having learned his lesson the day before—he stocked up on four tartines and two coffees as supplies for the day. Of the tartines, only half made it to the Guérande (he kept the two smoked duck breast and Roquefort ones and ate the others, the ones with brie, walnuts, and grape mustard, on the journey). The Maison Le Quern, with its masterful entrecôte and homemade, crispy chips, was on his list of best places for steak-frites. A very important list, of course.

Dupin turned on Bleu Breizh again. A kangaroo expert from the Zoo de Vincennes in Paris was on this morning, giving listeners “basic information” about their “new neighbor” and answering questions. Lots of questions. The difference between real kangaroos and rat kangaroos—which weren’t really kangaroos at all—was a fundamental zoological one, according to the expert. The relief amongst listeners generally had been enormous when they found out Skippy was a real kangaroo. The local councillor and the mayor of Arran had made the decision yesterday not to “hunt” it, since it really was a red kangaroo and almost six feet tall and weighed 192 pounds (not a rufous hare-wallaby; that was misreported), but so far it had not shown any signs of aggression. And apparently it was a strict vegetarian, and “primarily active at dusk and nighttime.” It probably spent most of the day in the shade, but sometimes Skippy, and this was an odd habit, could be seen sunbathing.

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