serted streets. The yellow light of the street lamps barely filtered through the thick layer of clouds coverin

artin, a police inspector in his thirties, was going through the files with a tired gaze. A recent investigation occupied all his thoughts-a gruesome mu

ch. The main suspect, however, was a woman. A young woman, strikingly beautiful, who

was Clair

no one really knew what kind of relationship they had. Claire didn't seem like a murderer. She appeared soft, calm, perhaps even innoce

r left him more unsettled. How could someone like Claire be involved in such a brutal crime? And w

to ignore his emotions, to treat every suspect equally, regardless of their appearance. But the attraction he felt for Clai

rupt entrance of his colleague, Serge,

g woman on your mind?" Serge asked, f

discomfort. "Do we have any evidence, Serge?"

om surveillance cameras. But nothing concrete. She has an alibi for the n

Dufresne gnawed at him from the inside. He couldn't let her slip awa

ain," he murmured, more

. "Be careful, Martin. This story is

: Was he pursuing this case simply because he was a police inspector, or because something