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with them before I have to leave for this little town called – what is it? – ah

yes, St Denis. Not the prettiest or most unusual of names, but I’m quite sure

the Minister and I shall both be thoroughly charmed.’

J-J’s office was in spartan contrast to the man.

J-J

was overweight and looked

scruffy inside his crumpled suit, but his desk was clean, his books and

documents all neatly filed, and his newspaper precisely aligned with the edges

of the low table where they sat, drinking some decent coffee that Isabelle had

made in her own adjoining room.

J-J

had kicked off his shoes and smoothed his

hair, and was riffling through a slim file that Isabelle had brought him. She

looked cool and very efficient in a dark trouser suit with a red scarf at her

neck, and what looked like expensive and surprisingly elegant black training

shoes with flat heels and laces. She looked at Bruno levelly, with a very faint

and disinterested smile, and he felt a touch of embarrassment at the fantasies

of her he had conjured up after she left his cottage.

‘There’s something odd about this military record of the victim,’ said

J-J

. ‘It

says he came onto the strength of the First French Army for pay and rations on

28 August 1944, listed as a member of the Commandos d’Afrique. That unit was

part of something called Romeo Force, who had taken part in the initial landings

in southern France on 14 August 1944, and they seized a place called Cap Nčgre.

Our man is not, apparently, listed as a member of the original assault force for

the invasion. He just appears on the strength, out of nowhere, on 28 August at a

place called Brignolles.’

‘I called the military archives and spoke to one of the resident staff,’

Isabelle took up the story. ‘He told me that it wasn’t uncommon for members of

Resistance groups to join up with the French forces and stay with them

throughout the war. The Commandos d’Afrique were a Colonial Army unit,

originally from Algeria, and most of the rank and file were Algerians. They’d

taken heavy casualties at a place called Draguignan, and were keen to bring

their numbers back up to strength with local Resistance volunteers. Since our

Hamid was Algerian, he was signed up and stayed with them for the rest of the

war. In the fighting in the Vosges mountains in the winter, he was promoted to

corporal, where he was wounded and spent two months in hospital. And then, when

they got into Germany, he was promoted to sergeant in April of 1945, just before

the German surrender.’

‘And he stayed in the Army after the war?’ Bruno asked.

‘Indeed he did,’ said

J-J

, reading from the file. ‘He transferred to the twelfth

regiment of the Chasseurs d’Afrique, with whom he served in Vietnam, where he

won his Croix de Guerre in the failed attempt to rescue the garrison at Dien

Bien Phu. His unit was then posted to Algeria until the war ended in 1962 and

the Chasseurs d’Afrique were wound up. But before that, along with some of the

other long-serving sergeants and warrant officers, he was transferred to the

training battalion of the regular Chasseurs, where he remained until he was

demobilised in 1975 after thirty-five years’ service. He was hired as a

caretaker at the military college at Soissons after one of his old officers

became the commander.’

‘So what’s so strange about it, J-J?’ Bruno asked.

‘We can’t find any trace of him in the Resistance groups around Toulon, where he

was supposed to be before joining the Commandos. Isabelle checked with the

Resistance records. Since it was useful after the war to be able to claim a

fighting record in the Resistance, most of the unit lists were pretty thorough.

And there’s no Hamid al-Bakr.’

‘It might not mean much,’ Isabelle said. ‘There aren’t many Arab names in any of

the Resistance groups – and not many Spanish names either, although Spanish

refugees from their civil war played a big part in the Resistance. But the

records for the two main groups, the Armée Secrčte and the Franc-Tireurs et

Partisans, tend to be fairly reliable. He could have been in another group or he

may have slipped through the net. He might even have used another name in the

Resistance – it wasn’t uncommon.’

‘It just nags at me a bit, like a loose tooth,’ said

J-J

. ‘Once Hamid was in the

Army, the records are impeccable, but we can’t track him before that. It’s as if

he just turned up out of nowhere.’

‘Wartime,’ Bruno shrugged. ‘An invasion, bombing, records get lost or destroyed.

And I can tell you one thing from my own military service. The official records

may all look very neat and complete because that’s how they have to be and how

the company clerks file them. But a lot of the paperwork is pure invention, or

just making sure the books balance and the numbers add up. What we know is that

he served for thirty-five years and fought in three wars. His officers respected

him enough to take care of him and he was a good soldier.’

‘Yes, I know all that,’ said

J-J

. ‘So Isabelle tried to look back a bit

further.’

‘We asked the Marseilles and Toulon police to run a check, but there’s not much

left of the files before 1944 and they had nothing,’ Isabelle said. ‘The date

and place of birth that he listed in Army records was back in Oran in Algeria on

14 July 1923. The chap at the archives said a lot of the Algerian troops listed

that birth date because they didn’t know their real birthday and that was the

easiest date to remember. Birth registers for Algerians were pretty hit and miss

in those days, even if we could get access to the Algerian records. And we don’t

have a date for his arrival in France. As far as we can tell, he had no official

existence until he turns up with the Commandos d’Afrique.’

‘I’ve been pushing this because I’m not sure about our two suspects,’ said

J-J

.

‘I talked with each of them separately for a long time, and I just don’t feel

confident that they did it. Call it a hunch. So I had Isabelle check back into

Hamid’s history to see if there were any clues there that might open other

possibilities.’

‘Tavernier seems happy to go ahead and press charges,’ Bruno said.

‘Yes, and I’m not comfortable with that, not with the evidence we have so far,’

said

J-J

.

‘As I said in the meeting, I’d also like more evidence,’ said Isabelle.

‘That makes three of us,’ said Bruno, ‘but there doesn’t seem to be much other

evidence of any kind, either to incriminate them or to steer us anywhere else.’

‘See if you can get anything more on our mystery man from his own family. He

must have told them something about his childhood and growing up,’ said

J-J

.

‘Otherwise, we’re stuck.’

CHAPTER

16

The Mayor was quietly furious. Less than an hour remained before the event began

and two of his most reliable standard bearers had decided they would boycott it.

This was bad enough, but it was the first time in living memory they had turned