Chapter 21Once I get over my initial shock, my thoughts turn to the investigation. Somehow, I must protect myself from criticism. I need a suspect or at the very least a lead before this murder hits the headlines.
I go and speak to Jean. “Who found the body? Is the person around?” I ask.
“The man who found the corpse is a rough sleeper. He's a drunk. His hovel is over there.”
Jean points in the direction of the bridge.
“There's a natural dip in the land and he's constructed a kind of tent with branches and plastic sheeting. I don't know how many days he's been camping there, but there are empty wine bottles all around it.”
“Did he hear Pere Gregory fall?”
“No, he was dead to the world from drink. He wouldn't have heard a thing, even if it blew up in his face. He got up in the morning
