Claire's POV
The prosecutor's office moved faster than anyone expected.
Sébastien called on Monday morning — eleven days after we had sat in Delacroix's office on the Rue Bonaparte and watched a forensic document examiner look at three photographs and say single author with ninety-four percent confidence — to tell us that the formal investigation into Victor Renard had been opened.
Not a preliminary inquiry. A formal investigation.
Which meant prosecutors, investigators, the specific machinery of the French legal system engaging with the evidence we had built at a kitchen table over a weekend with a toddler providing worm updates — and finding it sufficient to proceed.
I was at my desk when Sébastien called. Through the glass wall I could see Alexandre on his own call — standing at hi
