When a forensic technician falls into crime
MY NAME IS JEREMY Lepage, Iâm thirty-four, and Iâm about to commit the perfect murder. Iâve had this obsessive idea rattling around in my head for ages, and now, itâs finally time. Itâs not a simple undertaking, but itâs exactly what makes this adventure so very exciting.
In my ten years of service as a forensic technician of the Lilleâs police force, Iâve seen a thousand and four-hundred-sixty-seven corpses exactly. The first one was a man in his sixties whoâd fallen down the stairs. His head had hit a step so hard it literally scalped him. The last one was two days ago, the mundane story of a husband whoâd apparently caught his own brother and his wife in bed together. Having just come from a construction site, the man grabbed the first thing he could: a screwdriver, which he used to stab the person heâd been through his entire childhood with in the liver.
Successful novelist, Franck Thilliez does not disdain the news. A real shot of darkness: itâs short, itâs direct, itâs effective. Miss Ska is happy and proud to count him among her authors. Here is the English version.