- Well, make the cars leave and buckle the street.
- OK.
Stéphane complied.
- Thomas, I'm not gonna lie to you, you'll be suspected.
- Yes, I know sir.
- OK, aside from that, what do we have?
Thomas explained to the superintended how he found the body, and the doctor's conclusion. Meanwhile, Thomas' mother came closer. When he noticed her, Thomas introduced her to the superintended. His mother's house was only thirty meters away from his own. Taking advantage of an house available on his parents' ground, an old outhouse, formerly the servants' one, then fall into abeyance, and finally restored and rented by Thomas' parents, until he settled in. He never had the courage to leave, although he had always craved for, and even more for the last three years after this father's death, which made his mother more and more present.
- Good evening, Madam, sorry for the inconvenience, but you are likely to be bothered for the next few days.
Thomas' mother approached and grab his son's arm, as she would like to protect herself.
- Yes, yes, but don't worry, this is not important beside this tragedy.
Another car entered the courtyard. The superintendent interrupted Thomas'mother when he saw him.
- Ah! The prosecutor! I'm going.
The superintendent leaded rapidly toward the new car which did its best to park between the ambulance and an other car, avoiding the car of the superintendent parked just in the very middle of the place. Meanwhile Thomas'mother press her son's arm and question him :
- They have found something? God, do they know who is the murderer?
A sudden shiver ran through all Thomas'body, he answered, irritated
- Mum, mun, please, calm down. A long time will be needed to find the murderer, if we find him, you know, that is not so easy!
- But! With all their electronic devices, the fingerprints... Was she raped?
- No! Well I ain't know... Autopsy will say that.
Thomas had just rejected the idea as if just imagining it made him feel uncomfortable. He staid quiet.
- Oh God, this is dreadful... Do you want to come in the house?
He yearned when he saw the policemen busy setting up the wrappers, trampling without care on his mother's flower and vegetable plants. For a short moment he felt like sending all of them packing, to shout to them because of their lack of attention, then he retracted, this had no importance, Seth was dead. He looked at his mother, she was waiting for an answer, tiring him, already, toward her house. He released his arm :
- No, I prefer not to, I will be suspected, too.
Her mother walk back, surprised:
- Suspected! But you are from the police!
- Yes mum, but this is the process, it's normal, we cannot eliminated any possibility.
His mother looked at the policemen, indignant.
- My Goodness!
Thomas turn toward her:
- They will question you, too, you will have to