Special correspondent to Vernet (Alpes-de-Haute-Provence)
“What news from Haut-Vernet?”
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“so, has the situation started?”
. Each of those who stop by to drink an espresso at Jean-Jacques before going to work casts a curious glance towards the bay window of his restaurant. It overlooks the winding road leading to the hamlet of the Provençal Alps. Up there, the investigators began their work. Jean-Jacques, for his part, sighs with his back to the counter, spilling coffee grounds in one go, and blurts out:
“It’s possible that we’ll never find him, the little one, we’ll have to get used to it.”
Early this morning, when he opened “Le café du Moulin”, he saw a long column of gendarmerie trucks coming up towards the village. Since then, thick melted snowflakes have begun to streak the landscape of the valley, and no one has come down to bring the echoes of the “enactment” playing out above. From the hamlet clinging to the hillside, all you can see is the icy mist that covers it.
This…
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