Victims came up one after the other, and didn’t seem connected.
A Russian roulette, somehow.
Vincent Bart, 29
An executive in a major banking company, living in the South-East of Paris. He was last seen as he walked his dog Samba near an industrial area. The dog came back alone to his place.
Orso Renucci, 66
An ex-convict from Corsica. He had just been released from la prison de la Santé after an eight-year sentence for armed robbery. Vanished in the air since his release.
David Alcan, 72
A notorious criminal lawyer, recognized by the Paris bar. The last person to see him alive was a street sweeper at Montsouris Park, just before dusk.
Jean-Marc Ferrera, 61
Former maintenance technician for the Paris subway now working in construction. Also a notorious alcoholic, he disappeared as he was assessing a supermarket to be demolished.
Sara Labed, 41
A primary school teacher who used to ride her bicycle everywhere. She disappeared on a cold winter night near the canal Saint-Martin, as she came back from her working place.
Jeanne Mollard, 59
A senior executive at a multinational oil corporation, and mother of two. She disappeared around midnight after calling a taxi to get back home. No abnormal behavior was reported by the security cameras.
Stéphane Moreau, 36
Former middle-distance runner at a national level, he used to work as a prison guard for 12 years. He then became a respected caseworker. Still practicing running, he disappeared during one of his session around Daumesnil lake.
Mickaël Devilliers, 23
A young man with an unusual lifestyle. Employed by the water supply department, he was a nighthawk with a taste for video games, thriller movies and urban night ramblings. His disappearance was reported following a lingering absence in his working place.
Marcel Grabowski, 54
A polish-born social outcast. He was initially suspected in the Mannequins Case after his fingerprints were identified on Scene 8. He was soon cleared, and reported missing the day he was released. He is likely to be the one and only eyewitness of “The Mannequin Man” at work.
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As you can imagine, the media rapidly picked up the story.
Hierarchy was putting a fierce pressure on us.
Hover over the newspapers
Still, we didn’t have the shadow of a lead.
No suspect. No motive. No corpse.
Well, after all, we did have something: the other mannequin sitting on each scene.
Pretty much like a psychopath admiring his own work.
Gambale was losing his mind little by little. He spent his nights patrolling no-go zones.
He was even renting a hide-out, from where he led his own off-investigation.
It was his first major case, I couldn’t blame him.