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It was five o"clock when someone discreetly knocked on Lucien"s office door. Without waiting for a response, Joseph, the oldest of the ushers, entered and handed a card to the commissioner.
"Name: Corentin Bonzi. Reason for visit: Bernabé Case."
"Where did you leave him waiting?" Lucien asked.
"In the aquarium."
They called it the aquarium, a glass-enclosed waiting room where visitors were always received.
"Let him roam a bit more; then bring him to me," Lucien instructed.
Lucien blew his nose for a while, stood in front of the window for a moment, and eventually took a sip from his stash of "fine champagne" inside the cupboard.
Despite his disheveled appearance, Lucien was obsessed with control. He felt weak and had the unpleasant sensation of spinning in a padded universe. He w
