Dupin appraised Valjean, attempting to get the measure of the man. He was of average build, the kind of man that women would find attractive, Then he looked into his eyes, dark brown almost black, relaxed yet obviously alert, but eyes filled with sadness as if they had witnessed all the horrors that this world has to offer. Dupin then knew for certain that he had the right man for this particular investigation.
Monsieur Dupin began to explain his predicament, ‘ In the area that comes under my jurisdiction in the past twelve years there have been eight missing girls, all in their late teens. We have only discovered the bodies of three of them and they had been mutilated by animals. For sometime now my Officers and I believed we had a serial killer on our hands, but without the cadavers we have no case?
‘So what do you expect from me? I’m a detective, not a magician,’ said Valjean angrily.
‘If you would be so kind as to let me finish, there has been a development. That is the reason that I requested outside assistance, have you heard of Marcel de Peysac?’
‘Isn’t he a best selling author of some kind? I’m not familiar with his work, other than that the name sounds familiar, should I have heard of him?’
‘You will probably be more interested when I tell you that de Peysac’s real name is Pierre Dubois, a convicted felon found guilty of badly beating and raping a seventeen year old girl, he was twenty at the time. He served his sentence, was released and vanished off the system, or so we believed at the time?’
(C) Damian Grange 2020