8The Gault’s house on route de Canard was right on the edge of the village. Set back from the road, and made of yellow limestone, the building was hidden by a high evergreen hedge. The house number was marked clearly on the postal box and gendarme Jean-Henri Monsour had no problem finding it. He was on foot, Maron having failed to show him where the keys to the police vehicle or the scooter were kept.
Monsour had no idea what to expect. He had never approached a situation such as this by himself and had so little general experience that he believed the possibilities of what he might find were nearly endless. He didn’t know what kind of shape the woman was in, whether the man who called had hurt her or if there had been an accident. The ambulance wasn’t in the driveway, and as he walked up
