The young woman was last seen close to the Jean-Jaurès bus stop. She is described as one metre sixty-four centimetres tall, of medium build, etc. Anyone with information should contact the police in …Bernard did not think the photo was a good likeness.Newspaper photos never looked like anything, or rather they all looked alike, sharing a family resemblance, hangdog and miserable. The papers said any old thing. They never had anything very interesting to report, so they told lies. There wasn’t so much as two lines to be said about the girl. Apart from a handful of individuals, no one knew Maryse existed. Her death made no difference. What album had they dug that photo out of? She couldn’t be more than twelve in it. The silly smile of the young girl turned his stomach.‘Oh Bernard, you haven’t eaten a thing! That’s no use, and you know you like shepherd’s pie.’ ‘I have, Jacqueline, I’ve had some. I’m just a bit out of sorts, that’s all.’‘I can see that. You haven’t touched your food.
