Chapter Thirty-SixMaron spun his chair away from his computer screen and rubbed his hands over his face. He had been working long hours since the discovery of Erwan Caradec’s body but had little to show for it. Florian Nagrand placed Caradec’s death sometime Saturday, though he hadn’t been discovered until Monday morning. His body had not been moved so he had been killed in the alley where he was found. There was no weapon and hence no opportunity for fingerprints. A forensics team had come from Périgueux and they had found a few clothing fibers that were not from the clothes Erwan had on, but that meant little—they could have been acquired in casual contact such as brushing against someone on the street or a hug. Though who would want to hug Erwan Caradec, Maron could not say.
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