Chapter 33When Paul and I arrive, I see Madame Ancel standing on her side of the perimeter fence that separates her land from mine. A few feet away, in the orchard, Franck is waiting beside the body. Madame Ancel and Franck are speaking to each other over the fence, but their conversation ends abruptly as Paul and I walk towards them. The body is midway between the tool shed and the gate, about ten metres from the road. A top-of-the-range Peugeot 508 RHX is parked at the side of the road. This car would cost me a year's wages, so I know it's not Franck's.
“Bonjour Franck, Madame Ancel,” I say. “This must be a bit upsetting for you both.” They nod in agreement.
“I was mending the fence when I saw him lying here. There was nothing I could do for him. He was already dead,” Franck says.
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