11Officer Monsour took the call. And since the Chief was out—without even bothering to tell Paul-Henri where he had gone—the responsible thing was to go himself and take down the report. One had to take the initiative if one wanted to advance, that’s what Madame Monsour always said.
He met Christophe, the driver of the only taxi in Castillac, at Chez Papa. Paul-Henri looked for Nico behind the bar but instead found a young man he did not know, and gave him a short nod. “Have you seen Christophe?” he asked officiously.
“He’s usually at that table in the corner,” the bartender said. “Maybe he’s out on a call.”
A muscle twitched in Paul-Henri’s jaw. He had just spoken to the driver five minutes ago, and he had said he was at the bistro. Where in the world had he—
The driver emerged from t
