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And... isn't your brother here?

He's in Quiberon.

Well, I'm sorry, but put yourself in my shoes!

I wake up in a strange bed, I see a door,

I open it! How could I know you'd be hiding naked?

I wasn't hiding, I was taking a shower!

Usually, when we do that we're naked!

And it was you who asked to sleep here!

Oh?

The new owners who called the police to get you out?

Plus your neighbor who called me at 2am to ask me to bail you out!

Henri?

Yes, Henri.

What about my ficus? You vomited on it!

You talk so loud.

And there were dirty dishes in my sink!

Oh yes... I remember the ficus.

You held my hair. That was kind.

Morgane, when not at home, knock before entering a bathroom.

Oh chill, I didn't see much.

On the other hand, you know that mole on the groin?

You should see a doctor because it stands out.

HIP HIGH INTELLECTUAL POTENTIAL

Hello.

Hi, Gilles.

- Hi, Gilles. - Yes.

Our victim is a male, 20-ish.

Ophélie Bellia,

owner of the house, found the body.

We have a name?

No. No papers. No phone.

He's a mystery man for now.

"S FOR ITALY"

- Hello, ma'am. - Hello.

- Sir. - Hello, Stéphane.

I'm Major Karadec.

Delighted.

Did you know the victim?

No. I was taking in my bin and found him on the ground.

I've never seen him before.

You're sure it's not anyone local?

Gilles, are you going to sulk for long?

I don't know.

I hear with an IQ of 160 you can solve any mystery within 24 hours!

What time was it?

I don't know, I was taking in the bin, I didn't look.

Stéphane will take your statement. Thank you, ma'am.

Goodbye.

Thank you.

Quiet neighborhood. No CCTV.

Perfect for dumping a body.

He received a severe blow to the back of the head. Fatal head trauma.

Lividity indicates he died late yesterday evening.

The owner heard a car at 3am.

The killer must have dumped the body then.

The main thing now is to ID him.

We need the lot, Bonnemain.

Teeth, prints and DNA.

Given his outfit, he must have been a senior executive.

Maybe someone who worked in finance?

Well, white shirt and a suit could be lots of jobs.

That said, given his musculature,

perhaps a top athlete or top model.

Alvaro? Any ideas?

No!

It's not coming. You're blocking me.

Lucky we're here, in that case!

You're a pain.

OK. There are no halos under the arms.

We can imagine the guy changed after work.

These aren't work clothes.

He was going out.

His right cuff is open

and the other is buttoned.

Like his hand's been stamped at a bar or nightclub.

Nothing. That's a lousy idea.

Except if they stamped hands in invisible ink!

Could I borrow your lamp?

That's what happens in trendy nitespots nowadays.

Not that you'd know.

It's invisible ink that only appears in a blue light.

So unless I was wrong..

See!

ART 59. It's an art gallery in Lille.

Yes, I saw him yesterday. We hosted a product launch,

a new line of luxury bags.

He's the boyfriend of an influencer.

She flaunted him everywhere. They met 3 months ago.

He was an airline pilot.

Rich and sexy, just her style.

You have a name?

I don't know his.

But she is Véra.

I know her pseudo: Véra_in_Wonderland. Look..

Oh! Handsome airline pilot.

Billing and cooing!

On social media, yes, but in real life...

What makes you say that?

Yesterday I went to get some champagne in the storeroom.

And he walked into the room 30 seconds after me.

He pretended he was looking for the toilets.

But he wasn't there for that, if you see what I mean.

Was he the type to jump on anything that moves?

He was handsome and he knew it.

The victim's girlfriend is Véra Borgman.

I called her but her phone is off.

I did find CCTV footage of her and boyfriend

in front of the gallery. I'll send it.

After that, I lose them.

Things aren't going well. Any news on the pilot's identity?

Not yet.

But I alerted all airlines flying to Lille so we'll hear soon.

Good work as ever. Thanks, Daphné.

Thank you.

See you later.

Come on, Morgane.

Morgane?

Morgane?

About what happened this morning...

We've taken time to find a way to work together.

I don't want that incident to spoil things.

Oh fuck I don't believe it!

What's the matter?

You're stopping me from thinking, Karadec!

Each time I try to concentrate I see you naked!

That takes the cake!

You invade my privacy and you're the one traumatized

I have a photographic memory, OK? I can't help it.

Your buttocks are encrusted my brain forever, you realize?

It's not my fault you never learnt to knock!

He was color-blind!

Karadec, our corpse was color-blind!

Remember his socks? They didn't match:

one had red stripes, the other green.

A guy who's into clothes doesn't miss that kind of detail!

At the gallery, there was a sign showing the reserve and the toilets

written in orange on a green background.

He didn't follow the gallery owner to chat her up,

he just got the wrong door because he mixes up colors!

If he was color-blind he'd never pass the pilot's medical.

He wasn't a pilot!

That was a lie for his girlfriend.

He had a big grease stain there at the bottom of his pants

with a tear made by a bicycle derailleur.

Plus he had lots of small change as if he was given tips.

I don't think he was an airline pilot.

More of a delivery guy.

Who for?

I imagine that the towel he gave his girlfriend

came from one of the restaurants that hired him.

Blind test.

What does this smell remind you of?

Sea food. The sea. Shrimp..

Yes. But starting with an H? H for...?

Homard!

Yes! Lobster!

Thing is, that doesn't match their lousy napkins

made of shitty paper, not a lobster restaurant.

Or maybe fast-food lobster?

Are there such things?

It's Marvin.

His surname?

Lacroix. He's my husband's nephew.

I'm sorry.

Did he work here?

Yes.

For long?

A year, maybe?

He lived with my sister in Guadeloupe, when she died I looked after him.

He needed to work, so we took him on as a delivery man.

He's a good man, reliable, hard-working...

Avocado and cheesy!

You know what? I'll have one too.

Excuse me. I'd like that one with orange sauce.

- Cheesy. - Right, the cheesy.

I never tried it. Now's my chance!

We're looking for his girlfriend,

a certain Véra Borgman... do you know her?

No. I didn't know he had a girlfriend.

We hear he claimed to be an airline pilot.

- The cheesy and the avocado? - Here!

Marvin wasn't a liar. Are you sure of what you're saying?

Can you give me his address?

Yes, it's...

Can I pay

That'll be 12.50.

Wow! Frozen lobster isn't cheap!

Thank you, sir. My condolences.

Rejected.

- Alvaro? - Coming.

I don't know what's up, it may be demagnetized...

OK, you know what, just send the bill

to Lille Police, Major Karadec.

The address is on Internet.

Thank you.

OK. Thank you, sir.

Not really a pilot's pad.

No, indeed...

Véra Borgman hasn't posted anything or used her phone since yesterday.

Looks like she's hiding.

What I don't get is that on her profile

the girl never posts a pic of herself without a 15 cocktail...

How can our Marvin keep up on delivery guy wages?

Very good question.

Thank you.

Ah. sand.

Back from a beach party?

Morgane, don't touch a thing till Forensics get here, OK?

Yes. Wait for Forensics.

Thank you.

Oh fuck, Karadec!

Mrs Koltès,

we traced you from the serial number of this watch. Is it yours?

Yes.

But how did it get here?

We found it at this individual's...

Do you recognize his face?

Ring any bells?

He's a gas board employee who read my meter.

Marvin Lacroix never worked for a gas company.

I fear he meant to rob you.

Your insurance wasn't aware the watch's had disappeared.

How come you didn't report it?

I didn't even notice it had gone.

It's been in a drawer for years.

A watch of this value?

It was my son's.

He died two years ago.

I don't like seeing it, it brings back memories.

Have other valuables disappeared from your home since?

No...

I can check.

- I'd like that. - Gilles!

Hey, pssst.

Hey!

What are you saying?/

Nothing. Apparently, only you do any work in this department.

Honestly! Are you going to sulk all week?

Yes.

Nobody but you read this article.

But... have we met?

No, I don't think so.

Yes! You're the supercop from Lille

who solves every case!

Of course!

Thank you. ma'am. We'll call you if needed.

David..

OK, she read it.

Looks like it.

Marvin did steal the watch and prob bly the rest.

I've a theory on that.

We've no time for that because we've found Véra Borgman.

Yes.

An influencer who posts nothing for 24 hours!

Only one solution...

Either she's dead... or in digital detox.

I looked through her history. And one year ago

she did a no-tech retreat at a monastery in Denain.

And they've just replied. She's there!

Great. Terrific work.

Terrific work.

Honestly, are you five years old?

Mrs Borgman?

You're now in custody for the murder of Marvin Lacroix.

Please take a seat.

Mm-mm.

Sorry?

She's taken a vow of silence.

If she speaks, she breaks the circle of conscience.

The what?

The circle of conscience.

Are you kidding me?

With what we have on you, I'd keep a low profile.

I am innocent!!!

Marvin lied to you for months.

Witnesses saw you together and we have a video

of you arguing violently before his death.

You really want to keep quiet?

I want to speak to a lawyer please.

Hey Jérôme, what's going on?

I've no money in my account, Is Accounts on vacation?

It must be because of your work stoppage for the past 8 weeks.

A long time for someone as indispensable as you.

OK, so what? If we don't come, we don't get paid?

I thought we were civil servants!

And shit, I got dumped! Don't we get days off for that?

We won't get anything from Véra tonight. Well resume tomorrow with her lawyer.

OK. Come on, we should go home, I'm exhausted.

We?

Didn't we say I'm sleeping over tonight?

No... No, I don't think so.

- Oh? - No.

Oh.

But Roxane's conning over to sleep, well, eat, in fact both, so...

Unless you've no other solution.

No, lots of solutions. Lots.

- OK. - No worries.

Great.

- See you tomorrow. - Yes.

Goodnight, Jérôme.

Goodnight, Major.

Hey roomie! Any chance of squatting on your couch?

OK.

At least that's clear.

Tell me, Jérôme...

I live with my mother. It's small and there's no guest room.

OK.

Oh Henri, just in time,

I was wondering...

Morgane... You're out of luck.

I'm going to see my mother.

Your mother? Henri, is your mother still alive?

Yes... Well, no, in fact. She just died.

The hospital just called, I have to go.

Oh, damn. So, yeah... How?

Car accident.

I told her "Mom, you don't drive over 100."

Stubborn as a mule, she is. Well, was.

I'm sorry. So, Henri, that leaves...

Can I do anything for you?

No, no, Henri, go see to your mother.

Well, you know what I mean.

Just say the word.

No, no, I'll get by...

Hey chick, it's me. How are you?

Hi, Mom. Where are you? Your camera doesn't work.

At a hotel. The wi-fi is lousy. It's better without video.

A hotel? Cool! Got a king-size bed?

You bet! And you know what? when I entered the room,

there was a towel in the shape of a swan placed on the bed.

And there are lights in every cupboard. Isn't that swell?

Classy. Can I come tomorrow?

It's not ideal because they start work tomorrow so it'll be a mess.

But chill, I'll see you soon.

And are Eliott and Ludo there?

They're already in bed.

- Eliott, turn off that TV. - I haven't finished my episode!

Wait, love. I'll call back tomorrow, room service is here.

You can't stay here, ma'am!

Yes, yes, all right!

Fuck, honestly.

I'm going!

The nerve of hotels, I swear!

I book, I pay, I show up at the counter,

the guy says, "Oh, we're overbooked.

We've no room for you!"

What kind of world are we living in!

Some people have no shame.

It's ridiculous!

In any case, thanks for helping because I was in the shit.

And I promise I'll be gone tomorrow!

It's lacking a little...

It doesn't matter.

I'm going to stick one of those comments on them...

And a score they'll remember!

No, because we're not cash cows.

I'll give them overbooking!

Will that do? It's enough.

Yeah, great.

I'd like some too. Ketchup, please.

Here.

It's delicious but a little bland.

Pass the ketchup, please.

Thank you.

It enhances the flavors.

There!

Enjoy!

Did I do something to annoy him?

But he's gorgeous when he's angry.

We didn't drink a toast.

Here's to you!

We have 15 minutes.

Twenty!

Are you asleep, Kara?

Play dead, she'll go away.

I knew you weren't asleep!

No, that's not allowed. Out!

I just realized. We got our victim totally wrong!

Marvin isn't a thief.

The hidden objects we found

weren't stolen to turn on his girlfriend.

They were given to him.

Those sunglasses, for example,

our influencer did a video for that brand three weeks ago!

She gave them to him.

And the watch!

Its owner said it'd been in a drawer for years.

But it works really well.

Meaning she changed the battery before giving it to Marvin!

That's why she didn't report it.

And best of all, the banknotes!

I don't know if you know but..

Put those pants down!

I'll show you how it works.

Look... Here, I'll show you.

Move over, make room for me..

Look...

You see here...

that's the banknote's serial number

and the first character denotes the issuing country.

So here, for instance, X is Germany.

U is France.

Don't ask me why, there's no logic. That's how it is.

Notes travel, you'll tell me. OK.

But the super weird thing is that in Marvin's room

3/4 of the notes we found started with the same letter.

An S.

So that means they all came from...

You're not playful in the morning!

Slovenia?

You don't listen, I said there's no link to the country.

S for Italy!

Who have we seen who seems to go back and forth to Italy?

Karadec.

No, I've never seen him.

Ophélie Bellien, the woman who discovered the body!

That gives us three girls with no mutual connection,

who either gave overpriced gifts,

or gave money outright to our handsome 25-year-old...

And above all, all of them lied about this information.

I reckon Marvin didn't just deliver. If you see what I mean.

He was an escort!

There!

It was worth waking you.

I'm hitting you for 20 but I'll give it back.

Fancy an omelet?

I met Marvin on an escort site.

I paid to see him but between us it wasn't at all sexual.

We'd do it in my garden,

in the kitchen, in the pool too.

I'd see him if and when I wanted.

It was more a beautiful relationship, a friendly relationship.

He came with me to events without envying my success.

All I had to do was pay him 200 an hour. That's cheap.

We'd go to restaurants, we'd go for strolls...

We'd fuck for hours!

With 75,000 followers I can't just be clumped.

With Marvin I felt in control.

I began to be jealous of the other women.

I didn't see it coming.

I realized I was becoming attached.

We hadn't seen each other in ten days.

Last week, he arrived with bruises on his face.

He said he'd been beaten up by another escort.

We were dancing at the Latina Café

and a guy came in and jumped on him for no reason...

I'm sure he'd been attacked.

He was definitely ready to kill.

He was to come to my house late last night.

And as he didn't come, I sent him an SMS.

He replied asking me for my address.

Last night after the party I told him how I felt.

And he replied that to him I was just a client.

I was so humiliated...

That seemed strange.

Especially as he knew the house perfectly well.

I made a big scene.

It got rather violent.

But I didn't kill him.

He left just after.

It must have been his killer who tried to dump the body

and have me accused.

We'll check the alibis of Marvin's clients.

They say he was assaulted by a competing escort.

We have a description of the suspect?

Caucasian, dark, 30-ish,

buff, the influencer said...

We won't get far with that.

There are dozens in Lille. It'll take days to talk to them all.

If we have to step up, I'm willing to question number 12.

24 and 36.

Or we go straight to their hunting ground.

How?

Marvin was attacked at the Latina Café.

It's an escorts' bar.

I thought maybe I could go case the joint.

Wait... we both go and pretend to be potential clients.

Good plan?

You mean: drink cocktails and accost dark, good-looking guys?

Why not?

It's a great plan!

Hey, Ladies' Night!

I'll take over, thanks.

We have to define a strategy.

Yeah. So I'm a student in comparative anthropology

and I'm writing a thesis on shamanic divination...

It's my round!!

A thesis on shamanic divination in South America. That's my cover.

That's pretty deep...

What's this thesis business?

In that case, I'll be a business lawyer

working on a sensitive case

who comes to let off steam.

OK, I get it. So what's my cover?

You're nothing. You just keep the table.

Hang on. we're off on ladies night.

Will you sulk all night? Enough!

It's not enough! Who fought to get you into the police?

Who covers your bullshit from night to morning?

And who took you in when you were at your wits' end? Me!

And in exchange you spit on my department in the press!

Honestly, she does fly off the handle.

Have you tried saying sorry?

Sometimes it works.

Sorry!

I understand you're upset because of the article. But you betrayed me too!

Me? Betrayed?

Absolutely.

You all'made friends with Roxane while I was depressed...

While she tried to nail me!

You mean the time she wanted your head

and I fought to get you reinstated, right?

Fought... I did it on my own!

And you forced me to do a dumb course!

Dumb course? During which you didn't play the game, as usual!

Hello. It's tense here. Let's unwind...

- Can't we have privacy? - We're talking!

The avocado... and the cheesy.

Oh fuck, he works with Marvin!

It's OK, I've got him.

That's nice teamwork, Morgane.

- Hello, David. - Evening, sir.

Sacha?

Yes.

Why did you attack Marvin ten days ago at Café Latina?

The woman with him recognized you.

We also found your profile on the escort site Marvin used.

How long have you done this job?

You turned him on to it, right?

Marvin and I were mates.

I told him that I was an escort some evenings after the restaurant.

At first it made him a little uncomfortable...

Then three months ago,

he wanted to make some money.

Being nice, I introduced him to one or two chicks.

To thank me, the bastard tapped my clientele!

You fought because he stole clients?

It's a matter of respect. Escorting is competitive.

Mark your territory or you're dead.

Like Marvin.

And your threats weren't enough. Ten days later saw a repeat.

Is that it?

I had no reason to kill him.

He said I shouldn't worry, he was stopping soon.

Giving up escorting?

- Did he say why? - No.

And I didn't ask.

Where were you the night of the murder?

With a client.

She may agree to testify if you promise not to tell her husband.

- Morgane? At this hour! - Ludo...

I know. I wanted to say something to you.

It's 1am, the kids are in bed, I've a big day tomorrow.

I wanted to apologize and to tell you that...

I wasn't... I wasn't worthy...

And I care about you.

I care about you...

maybe not as you want but..

I care about you.

Morgane!

It's still a bit soon to forgive you but... I'm working on it.

We'll see Friday when I bring the children.

Yes.

You won't believe this.

Health & Safety has closed my hotel for bedbug infestation.

Now I've had everything, except some luck!

- I put a plate by for you. - That's really nice.

Thank you.

I must admit I'm starving. I love bolognaise.

It's arrabbiata.

Arab...?

Arrabbiata.

OK. Isn't Roxanne here?

No, she's at friends'.

Oh?

And what happened to our escort?

It's not him. He has an alibi.

Oh shit. That sucks.

Do you really brush for 3 minutes?

Every day?

Well, well...

His colleague said Marvin Lacroix prostituted himself for 3 months

but planned to stop.

Soon.

His bedroom atmosphere was cockroaches and holey boxers.

If the guy did escorting to get by, he'd have bought stuff.

Not stored his swag in a punch ball. It makes no sense.

He must have been saving for something. But what?

Zero zero zero!

In his room was a big suitcase with a code: 000.

As if it was brand new and he hadn't touched it.

- He planned to leave Lille! - Yes.

Oh wow.

We're a good team.

Yeah, we do make a good team.

And this time I didn't see you naked.

What are you doing, Karadec?

Scratching my tongue.

- What? - You wash your tongue?

Yes. For oral hygiene.

Do you have projects or?...

- I'll ask Daphné to... - Yes.

- To check this list, OK? - Yes.

By the way, tomorrow night

have you planned anything?

Because Roxane is sleeping over.

- Oh, yes. No. Yes. - Yes?

No. But yes. I'll find something.

Great. If you need cash for the hotel I can stump up.

No, I have plan Bs so no worries.

OK. Great.

Goodnight, Morgane.

Yeah, goodnight.

- Don't forget to turn out the light. - No, of course.

(Turn out the light...!)

You were right.

Two weeks ago, Marvin Lacroix booked a one-way trip to Guadeloupe.

Paid in cash.

He was leaving tomorrow.

There's something I don't get.

The guy gets his ticket really early

yet chooses a rotten place in the middle of the row.

That's the place you take when you have no choice.

Unless..

unless you're accompanied.

The seat next to his was also reserved.

There!

Another question:

why did he want to be close to the john?

Two options in my opinion.

Either he had just caught cystitis.

For an escort, it's part of the risks of the profession.

Or he was traveling with someone who needed to go to the toilet regularly,

such as...

a pregnant woman.

I'd go for version 2,

it explains why the guy got into escorting.

He needed money because he was going to be a dad!

OK Daphné, can you call the airline please?

Let's find the identity of this woman.

No need. I already know who the mother is.

Hey, I wanted to ask.

does the anti-nausea bracelet work for you?

Because it didn't for me. Nothing.

Like you, I sucked these acidic candies all day

from the start of my pregnancy.

They're unbeatable!

You're knocked up.

Your husband isn't the father. Marvin is.

Not here, please.

Marvin and I didn't see it coming.

When he arrived in Lille,

Guillaume offered to put him up till he found a place.

At first he annoyed me but gradually...

We tried to resist but it was too strong.

You fell in love.

I won't blame you, I get pregnant each time I fall in love.

But the baby wasn't planned.

I didn't want to keep him. Financially it was impossible.

Without Guillaume, we'd both lose our jobs.

But Marvin said money wasn't a problem.

He took odd jobs, borrowed from a friend.

I started to think it was possible too.

He did everything for this baby.

Did your partner know you were going to leave him?

No.

But he's been weird for a few days.

Two days ago he came back and grabbed me hard.

He wasn't well.

He said he didn'kwant to lose me.

You think he killed Marvin?

Deep down I knew.

Inès avoided my gaze, dodged when I went to kiss her.

But I thought it would pass. Lying meant that she still cared.

If I confronted her, I'd lose her.

And did you confront Marvin?

No.

You knew he was your wife's lover.

I felt something was going on.

So, I...

I looked at his bike's GPS.

His bike's GPS?

We had lots of restaurant bikes stolen so I put trackers on them.

I used them to track Marvin.

And I saw he was going to my home in the evening when I wasn't there.

but I swear to you I didn't kill him.

Can I see the location app?

Is the blue dot Marvin's bike?

Yes. That's him.

What was he doing in this dump?

Yes. OK.

It's beeping...

- Will you stay there? - Yes.

Morgane!

Daphné?

Send me all you can find on Noah Toussaint.

Toussaint like Allen. Noah like Yannick.

Coming soon?

Coming

Give me the address again

Karadecl!

I think we've found our crime scene.

This house belonged to Noah Toussaint, who died two years ago... Look.

Gosh. Looks like Marvin's brother.

He looks just like him.

Have you seen this one?

Is this your son Noah?

Yes.

The resemblance with Marvin is disturbing, don't you think?

This house was being built for him.

It was where he was to live.

When he died, I couldn't sell it.

Noah was my only child.

I waited months for him to return.

To knock on my door.

To say, "Mom, the paramedics were wrong!"

Until the day you met Marvin.

The first time I saw him, I thought it was him.

I ran after him in the street.

It was so disturbing.

He must have thought I liked him.

He suggested we meet again. In exchange for some money.

And you decided to pay to see him?

Treating him as if he were your son, right?

Have you ever lost anyone, Major?

If you had a chance to spend a few hours more with that person...

- even though you know very well it's a lie -

how could you resist?

What happened the night of the murder, Mrs Koltès?

Three days ago,

he told me by text that he was leaving France.

Like that.

Without explanation.

I didn't understand.

So I insisted we see each other one last time.

I thought if I offered him Noah's house, he'd change his mind.

He'd stay close to me.

He refused my gift.

He said we wouldn't meet again.

He began... to leave...

And you took the shovel?

I couldn't let him abandon me.

I hit him and hit him and hit him..

I didn't want him to go.

I don't know what got into me.

Hey! Big up the team!

Did we perform?!

Honestly, between Daphné who found Véra in the depths of her ashram,

Celine who felled a suspect with a tackle worthy of the French XV,

and Gilles who probably did a lot of stuff.

Well, I think we're a helluva team!

Come on, one for all...

Come on, Gilles.

All for one!

Yes!!

I'm glad you say that because I have a problem with my credit card

and it would help out if one of you loaned me 200...

Morgane, don't overdo it.

- Hello, Henri. - Morgane...

I thought maybe you could use a little comfort

so I brought your favorite dish.

Blanquette de veau?

Blanquette de veau. I didn't cook it, which is just as well.

Thank you, Morgane.

OK? You're... coping?

Yes, fine. My cousins came from Marseille

to comfort me. Come in and have a drink.

No, I'll leave you to your family. See you soon!

Good luck.

Hello, Morgane?

Are you OK?

Yes... And you?

Yes. Look, I was in the area

and I wondered if we could have dinner tonight or...

Of course, love. You can sleep at home.

You're sure?

Yes, of course. We've all you need.

I bought a new mattress for your room

in anticipation.

Anticipation of what?

Oh dear, you know...

I admit I was hoping Ludo and you would last a little longer

but you tried anyway, and that's good.

Hello? Hmm..

While cleaning I found fingerprints everywhere,

on windows, on the glass table, on the bathroom mirror...

And crumbs all over the lounge.

Even under the mat! She eats when we sleep.

It's OK, she's gone. You can get some peace.

Have you seen how she talks?

Morning, night, even brushing her teeth!

Did you get time off for my sister's birthday?

Oh fuck!

What?

She left the ketchup open in the fridge, it's all dry. Who does that?

Thank you.

I'm going to bed. Coming?

Yes. I've almost finished my report.

OK.

Romain Destat Disappearance 2004

At first he annoyed me and then...

But he's gorgeous when he's angry.

- Gradually... - I saw I was becoming attached.

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