Hi all,
I start with a small online advertising to tell you that the novel Joëlle Deschamp , aka Iris sévie ForgeSonges in the ranks, was released.
the coup discussion on the announcement of his exit to the forum ForgeSonges tickles me the neuron and a memory is recalled to me: hey dragon, you also have a novel idea you join in hands?
Hush consciousness, as if I had not thousands of projects work in progress, eh, I will not add others. And yet it itches fingers, suddenly it's gone for a little synopsis / pitch my idea.
The phone rings in the middle of the night.
emmerge An arm from under a duvet to catch the culprit. A "hello" female and half asleep meets another "hello", this time more aggressively.
- Inspector? sorry to bother you at night.
- I hope there's a good reason for interrupting my night lieutenant.
- I'm not far from the new bridge, a no habra is killed.
- And that's why you call me? Cut Inspector.
- Yes, but this case is most unusual and requires your presence.
- New Bridge?
Inspector parted the curtains of a window. outside Paris by night and its share of light and activity. Not far away the new bridge, and rotating beacon lights.
- I'm coming.
On the scene a few minutes later, Inspector Surle crouching corpse was a grimace of disgust. Be drawn from the well deserved rest to see it at four o'clock in the morning does not rejoicing. But he had to admit that the crime was worth the trip. The victim without a home to forty years had been the top of the spine partly torn ...
That's the result, well ... uh ^ ^ soon
A suite for the rest!
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