Chapter 25Over the next few days, I imagine that I see the biker everywhere and maybe I do. He always seems to be just out of reach, or just rounding a corner, but when I run to look, there's no sign of him. On one occasion, a similarly dressed biker came into the café and I was just about to grab him when he removed his helmet and I saw that it was a fellow police officer from Ceret. I'm becoming jumpy and paranoid.
People are beginning to question me again about the d**g problem and I have to admit, if only to myself, that the problem is real. It's then that I come up with a brainwave, which will take the heat off me and possibly help the situation as well. I decide to start an anti-d**g campaign, holding talks at the school and the clubs frequented by young people, in conjunction with
